voice.

[theguideless]

[feed starts at the tail end of a harsh exhale.

a beat.]

Where're...Chloe and...Er-eri...[huff. another pause. his voice gets grumblier, agitated:] My friends. Here. Why am I even back.

Comments

[caligulas_aquarium]

I gotta say I knew you had the whole spear thing goin' on but I didn't know you had it in you to actually do somethin' with it.

[theguideless]

[beat.

unhappily:] I had to.

[caligulas_aquarium]

God, don't sound so fuckin' down about it.

[THIS IS WAR SOLDIER]

It's good that you did. You should...keep at it an' whatewer the fuck.

[theguideless]

[in an exhale, wearily:] I will.

[caligulas_aquarium]

Ok.

...

So how'd your whole memory We-R thing go.

[theguideless]

[another breath.] My...what...? [son u best not be pullin this whole its-not-real hoohah.......]

[caligulas_aquarium]

The bullshit with the simulations or whatewer.

Did you go somewhere from back home an' kill some things.

[theguideless]

[quickly, almost cutting him off, bristled:] No.

[beat. hh.] No. Don't...talk about that. Please.

[caligulas_aquarium]

Why not.

Did somethin' happen?

[theguideless]

Don't. [a wincing pause; that was a little loud.] I'm not...talking about it anymore. So.

[caligulas_aquarium]

Alright, alright, I'll back off. Fuck.

[theguideless]

[another dragging breath. mumbled:] Sorry.

[caligulas_aquarium]

Whatewer, don't worry about it.

[theguideless]

[TOO LATE.

but long enough pause here huh. and then, because this is Martin and he's the pinnacle of insightful conversation, he makes a couple flustered, halted sounds, before shutting up again.

riveting.]