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[transmit]

HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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cursed chihuahua papers

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[oversea]

Well, I might have.

[ rhodes island was the first place to ever truly feel like home, since the period of time before thorns realized what aulus was actually like. it's easy to think that maybe, this might actually be the place you stay with forever.

but that's not what happened. maybe elysium is right, and if thorns hadn't left now then he might have found another reason to sometime in the future, but thorns can only go by their current path. ]

... Fiammetta is concerned about you going to Rhodes and me being on the ship when we return.

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The plan always was to visit you as often as I could.

[ Unfortunately, was really is the operative word, breaking eye contact as he focuses on keeping his breathing steady. So much has changed since then. Rhodes would find its footing again and he could just fall back into step after that, or so he'd thought. With everything that's happened recently… how realistic is that exactly? ]

… She's probably worried because she knows what's going to happen in the future. Are you aware? Of what happens to the landship and Dr. Kal'tsit?

[oversea]

... No. What happens?

[ the way thorns doesn't get any plot, he just gets fia fujoing out on him. ]

[transmit]

[ fia fujo'd on him, too. stop

but here is thorns' handy dandy summary of chapter fifteen and of laterano blowing up, if he's keen. ]

[oversea]

[ he

has no idea what to say for a moment. ]

Should I go back...?

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What are you going to do even if you do?

You have your whole crew to be responsible for, too.

[oversea]

[ ...

he sighs, and tries not to think if there was anything he could have done. realistically... no, and he's aware of that, but that still doesn't stop him from thinking about it. ]

Right.

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[ A broken laugh, muffled as he turns, faced buried in Thorns' lap.

He doesn't need to say it aloud, does he? Why the decision feels hard, especially when his symptoms can be triggered so easily. ]

I want to pick you.