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[duracells]

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[rehandle]

Not a lot I can do about that now, unless you have any ideas.

[duracells]

how long did you know about the whereabouts of saber's head?

[rehandle]

Ani told me the day he was found.

[duracells]

as far as i can tell, you didn't mention that anywhere. that you knew.
not in the clubs group chat, or that free-for-all one you made in the interest of sharing information.

[rehandle]

[ Ah. ]

I didn't. First because there was an investigation to run, and then because it wasn't my place. I don't have a lot of reason to trust many people here either.

I'm sorry that kept him from you longer than it needed to. It's no secret that he and I have no love lost, but I wasn't trying to keep him from his people, or from being whole.

[duracells]

an investigation that you chose to exclude us from by keeping his head until the last fucking second. when it was convenient for you and your friend.
none of you know saber the way we do. you know that he's a fucking asshole and that he probably deserved what he got, but that's it.

[ but to strange's point - there's shit-all to do about it now. neon just needs someone to be angry at. why not the guy he doesn't trust, conveniently showing up in his inbox? ]

cw: a fun variety of dead body mentions

[rehandle]

[ Empathy comes and goes when you're standing next to the naked, lifeless body of a woman you couldn't save. As quickly as the wave came in, it washes out again. ]

There were seven of us. We didn't need any more eyes, so we didn't ask for them. When alerted to the possibility that Bob may have murdered your friend, I accused him of it, in direct opposition to Ani's wishes. I'm not working against you. There was no conspiracy to exclude you specifically. If any of us had noticed you were looking, perhaps things would have gone differently. I for one was busy reconstructing corpses.

One of my dead is now burned beyond recognition and the other is a grotesque statue. I get the anger. I'm out of space for yours.

I'll leave you to your day.

[duracells]

seven of you who knew and seven of you who kept it secret.
cool. i'll remember that. 👍

[ neon, too, does not have time or space for any of this. ]