[He hated to say it, because it sounded weak. But if Rapier disappeared, too, he wouldn't know what to do.]
[He scoffed.] You know me -- you think I wouldn't get into trouble again? Especially without memories?
[If that was the city's plan, it was a stupid one. If he was troublesome, it would have been simpler to just kill him outright. If they could change his memories, they might as well have just implanted what they wanted into a clone body and made him their little puppet. They had the technology, surely. That in mind, it seemed extremely unlikely.]
Why they lie seems clear enough -- they need us, don't they? I mean, it won't be long before we're the majority here. We build their roads, their buildings, we run their businesses. How many "natives" weren't just like us before? An' everythin' is kept dark so people like us don't get enough juice t' really make problems.
Are we a majority? It's unclear, how many natives are really native- but it would appear that we are in fact a select, privileged minority. Those of us from other worlds seems to cling tightly together.
[ Still, it's well worth thinking about, while his head's not so lust fogged and he can stop to consider. ] ...Well, that also implies that the truth is something so sinister it requires concealment.
It's ... Sorry, hold on-
[ Another interruption from the nursing staff, and Zexion shuts off the message for a few more minutes, quietly incensed when he returns.]
Reno? [ Zexion groans wearily. ] They say I'm drying up. We'll see how long that lasts
[He cut himself off and waited. And waited. Even though it was just for a few minutes, the silence made him antsy, not knowing what was going on on the other side of it. He was instantly relieved to hear Zexion's voice again.]
So maybe you'll be good to leave tomorrow? [He asked hopefully. Never once had he felt like he was "drying up" between spells, not really. So if that's what the doctors and nurses were saying, then that was a distinct difference -- right? That meant that things were finally going back to normal.]
[ He sounds hopeful, a little exhausted. ] If the gossip between nurses is any indication, they're almost full up on beds, so... I suspect they'll want to shoo me out quickly as possible, if it's looking any better.
I... should probably let you sleep, or get back to... getting off, or whatever you've been up to.
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[He hated to say it, because it sounded weak. But if Rapier disappeared, too, he wouldn't know what to do.]
[He scoffed.] You know me -- you think I wouldn't get into trouble again? Especially without memories?
[If that was the city's plan, it was a stupid one. If he was troublesome, it would have been simpler to just kill him outright. If they could change his memories, they might as well have just implanted what they wanted into a clone body and made him their little puppet. They had the technology, surely. That in mind, it seemed extremely unlikely.]
Why they lie seems clear enough -- they need us, don't they? I mean, it won't be long before we're the majority here. We build their roads, their buildings, we run their businesses. How many "natives" weren't just like us before? An' everythin' is kept dark so people like us don't get enough juice t' really make problems.
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[ Still, it's well worth thinking about, while his head's not so lust fogged and he can stop to consider. ] ...Well, that also implies that the truth is something so sinister it requires concealment.
It's ... Sorry, hold on-
[ Another interruption from the nursing staff, and Zexion shuts off the message for a few more minutes, quietly incensed when he returns.]
Reno? [ Zexion groans wearily. ] They say I'm drying up. We'll see how long that lasts
Voice
[He cut himself off and waited. And waited. Even though it was just for a few minutes, the silence made him antsy, not knowing what was going on on the other side of it. He was instantly relieved to hear Zexion's voice again.]
So maybe you'll be good to leave tomorrow? [He asked hopefully. Never once had he felt like he was "drying up" between spells, not really. So if that's what the doctors and nurses were saying, then that was a distinct difference -- right? That meant that things were finally going back to normal.]
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[ He sounds hopeful, a little exhausted. ] If the gossip between nurses is any indication, they're almost full up on beds, so... I suspect they'll want to shoo me out quickly as possible, if it's looking any better.
I... should probably let you sleep, or get back to... getting off, or whatever you've been up to.
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[It sounded more like Zexion needed to rest. Reno took the hint.]
Yeah. Okay.
But you call me any time if you want, okay?
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