thirty ninth dance | voice;

[motioned]

I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm all back to normal now. Um, thank you for everyone who was concerned or offered to help. It really does mean a lot.

[Still, despite that good news, her voice doesn't very relieved or happy. It doesn't sound sad, either; it's carefully neutral instead as she moves on.]

That's not really all I wanted to say, though. For anyone who knew Davesprite while he was here, he's gone home. He was, um, the orange boy with the wings. The timing seems pretty bad, I know, but I'm sure he wasn't in the hunt, so nobody should worry about that. I called and it kept ringing, so... For what it's worth, though, I'm sorry to all the friends he had here.

I guess that's all I really had to say.

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[dialogic]

I figured that's the way he'd gone.

[motioned]

you knew him?

[dialogic]

You could say that.
He was my brother.

[motioned]

oh

oh, i'm so sorry.

[dialogic]

It's alright.
The aching wounds of loss aren't something I'm familiar with,
being an emotionless automaton incapable of conscious thought.
I'm too busy being all mathmagical and stuff.
Like, whoa, percentages.
Dang, look at those numbers go.
Were you a friend?
I take he didn't mention me.

[motioned]

if you weren't capable of conscious thought we wouldn't be talking

yes, we were friends.