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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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audio; a short while after Root arrives

[cactusy]

Something weird happened that I figure I should tell you about.

[Honey, he already knows.]

[empathicfault]

Is this about Root? I talked to her.

[cactusy]

Yeah?

[empathicfault]

Yeah.

I'm happy for you. I was hoping she'd show up here someday. Now you've got two chances to get her back home.

[cactusy]

I want you to know that I'm not going to let it interfere with my wardening duties.

[empathicfault]

I wasn't worried. I know you're not.

[cactusy]

Okay. Did you... have a good talk? And we're on for drinks with Caffrey, by the way. When we're feeling up for it.

[empathicfault]

Sure, although we didn't talk much. I like her- figured I would.

Drinks anytime are fine with me. Just let me know when you want to get together.

[cactusy]

My head's still kind of off because of the breach, and, uh--

[This.]

But I can keep it together if you're ready now.

[empathicfault]

We can wait until you're more settled. It's not exactly an urgent task, and I'm not at one hundred percent, myself. I'm still catching myself by surprise sometimes.

[cactusy]

Same here. B said I shouldn't worry about him trying to call me his sister, and my first thought was that I wouldn't mind it if he did; my head's definitely not screwed on straight.

[empathicfault]

Do you not like the idea of being someone's sister? Or is it just- you're trying to stay firmly planted in this reality?

[cactusy]

The second. I don't have anything against having siblings, but I don't have any.

[empathicfault]

Fair enough. At least that'll fade for you.

[cactusy]

Does it for you? I know you and Sweeney have your-- thing, but I've never been sure how deliberate that was.

[empathicfault]

Not...really. It faded a little since that Breach, but it's mostly still there.

The deliberate part was holding on harder to the brotherly aspects so I could bury the 'being a zombie' parts, as much as possible. Luckily, my brain was literally turning into fungus at the time, so I think that probably helped.

This past Breach I didn't really have any connections to anyone, and I also didn't eat people, so I'm thinking I'll be affected less. I was a journalist, though.

[ Said in the most derogatory way possible. Ew. ]

[cactusy]

Not the Lounds type, I hope?

[empathicfault]

[ Will groans. ]

She was my coworker. Not for Tattlecrime, thankfully. But still.

I was trying to do an expose on Chesney- almost got out with the relevant info.

[cactusy]

Sounds like the kind of journalist that's actually good to have around.

[empathicfault]

...I was trying to be.

[cactusy]

Our lives sucked because of that company. You know what it would've meant for us to see that whole thing blown open? I get that you were probably doing it to help the human tourists, not us, but still.

[empathicfault]

Thanks. I was there to help everyone, though. I just thought it'd go faster through the people on Earth clamoring for a shutdown.

Not that it matters. I got caught and dumped into the Dark Army. They used mind control magic on us to keep us in line.

[ He sounds extremely satisfied to say: ] I broke it. Joined up with the resistance movement.

[cactusy]

You broke the mind control? Look at you, mister mental strength. That's impressive.

[empathicfault]

Thank you, but it might not have been entirely due to effort on my part. I found out later that I can do magic- could do magic. I'm sure that helped.

[cactusy]

Is that gonna make things weird when you start doing magic here?