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[handelaar]

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[sweetmotherofgod]

You saw the thing from SEC, right?

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[handelaar]

Yeah

voice;

[handelaar]

[And a moment later - ]

What the hell happened.

[WORRIED did she get attacked is she in hiding what the fuck is going on.]

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[sweetmotherofgod]

nothing

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[handelaar]

What happened.

voice;

[sweetmotherofgod]

Nothing.

I just can't - if they're moving everyone, I can't - I need to - I can't breathe.

voice;

[handelaar]

But your room -

[?!?!?!!!? Worried huff!]

Can't breathe, what - you're. [yes or no questions here, nederland] In danger?

voice;

[sweetmotherofgod]

No.

[She doesn't think, anyway. But there are all kinds of people - people who hate, based on the stupidest things. People who'd think she was an abomination. But - if she's honest - that's not what she's afraid of.]

I just -

[This is a looooong pause. Like, a he might think he put the communicator down and forgot about him pause, except for the wet, snuffly sounds in the background.]

I can barely handle people I know looking at me. I can't deal with a bunch of strangers here.

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[handelaar]

[No, she's not in danger, but her room looks like a brawl went down in it and she's telling him her stuff is on the twenty sixth level and what? While she pauses he spends the time impatiently picking his way through with a frown, Christ, what a mess.

He's not sure what he's expecting when she answers, but it's not that. That doesn't make a damn bit of



wait.]

You moved.

[Fuck moving, until she answers he's not sure he's even breathing.]

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[sweetmotherofgod]

[Watch her misunderstand his statement completely.]

There. A bunch of strangers there. It's just-

It's too much.

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[handelaar]

[From zero to shit completely lost in under six seconds, all he heard just then was - ]

You didn't answer the goddamn question!

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[sweetmotherofgod]

That wasn't -

[IT WASN'T A QUESTION LEARN TO INFLECT]

yeah. I moved.

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[handelaar]

TO THE TWENTY-SIXTH FLOOR?!

[There's the inflection, roared right into the mouthpiece.]

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[sweetmotherofgod]

[...oops.

First there's just the sharp intake of breath and the muffled thump of her dropping her communicator, rustling as she picks it up again. Then, whipped-dog timid:]

Thirty-sixth. I meant thirty six.

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[handelaar]

Thirty - NO ONE'S ON THAT FUCKING FLOOR!

[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

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[sweetmotherofgod]

That's the point! That's the whole - stop shouting at me!

[She... shouts. It's panic, not anger, but it's happening.]

[handelaar]

[He's basically started shouting before she tells him to stop shouting.]

IT'S A STUPID POINT!

[sweetmotherofgod]

I'm not stupid!

[handelaar]

Didn't say that!

[sweetmotherofgod]

No! You never fucking say -

you know what, it doesn't matter. If they're moving everyone down I can't stay. So I moved. It's done.

[handelaar]

Why can't you stay!?

[It's a shout - but not quite yelling again yet.]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[Thick silence. She doesn't understand how he can not get it, but she can't quite figure out how to explain. When she speaks again, she's quiet.]

I just can't. I can't be there and watch it fill up with strangers and pretend that everything's okay.

[handelaar]

[That doesn't explain anything, and he huffs a sound into the comms without thinking before lighting a cigarette. (Also without thinking. Not your room, Ned.)]

So you're just. Leaving.

[sweetmotherofgod]

[But not hers anymore, either. Smoke away.]

Not just. You make it sound like it was easy. It's not, it's just -

[handelaar]

BULLSHIT! WASN'T THAT FUCKING HARD. YOU'RE ALREADY GONE.