[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[heavensreader]

Dying is the worst part.

[He can lie to her all he'd like - he probably can pass a great many lies past her. But not this one. He cannot reassure her that he is just fine and dandy with having died. What do Jews believe about the Resurrection? Kesara thinks she might have known, but she can't recall...]

But if you stay inside then you can keep dry. And you can talk to me if you need to stay awake - I can be loud as anything, you know. And perhaps - perhaps the admin will help you. She brought you back, so she must want you alive.

[devoutish]

[She's right. Dying bothers him, and will continue to bother him. Being eaten, going cold, waking up in the morgue... he shivers, glad he isn't on video right now. It's not something he's ready to talk about yet.]

You call me anytime you like, Kesara. As often as you think I need. I would appreciate it very much.

[heavensreader]

[If only she could hear his voice say it, not the tablet's. But she believes him. And it gives her, like a small treasure, the slightest feeling that there is something she can do. Some effect she can have on his situation, his fate. She doesn't stop to linger on whether it is a false feeling.]

You be careful what you ask for, Mr. Solomons, because I will. You'll be right sick of my stories by the time you get your supplies. Even though all of them are very good.

[devoutish]

I'll look forward to it, then.

[He's not sure he could get sick of her. She's simply too adorable.]