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[mypartnerintime]

Max Caulfield! Leave a message after the beep... Beeeep.

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un: timeisbunk

[mypartnerintime]

[It is a long, long while before there's any reply.]

what happened

[no_reload]

She lost control and was becoming a monster. Per her, cures hadn't worked.

[mypartnerintime]

[But he said she died. Not that she became a monster.]

...and?

[no_reload]

I killed her when the effects became beyond her control.

[mypartnerintime]

you dont know that they were. you dont KNOW.

[no_reload]

I do know. Better than most.

I understand that you're upset, and you have every right to be. She's gone for a week. Blame me if that will assist you in dealing with your grief.

[mypartnerintime]

upset? youve got to be joking. upset is when you stub your toe

fuck you

stop being so fucking casual about this shit ALL THE TIME DAMMIT

[no_reload]

Do you require a box of tissues or tape for your knuckles so you can safely punch inappropriate objects?

If it would make you assuage some of your grief, I will come to you and you can do as you want.

[mypartnerintime]

god I JUST SAID

youre not evn human

you dont know HOW to be human

no. i neverwant to see you again. leave us alone

[no_reload]

Not much anymore, no. I've fallen out of practice.

Does that rule of "leave us alone" stand for the entire household then? You speak for everyone.

[mypartnerintime]

chloe and me

[no_reload]

Ah, ah, ah, you don't speak for Chloe.

[mypartnerintime]

OBVIOUSLY NOT

if i did shedbe alive

[No. Not true. Even as she hits send she knows it's wrong.

The trees in the Arcadia Bay cemetery are orange and red this time of year. The leaves wither and fall, tiny motes of flame fluttering to the ground. Filling the air wherever you go. They are mesmerizing in their passing, beautiful even as they die. They brush softly against the tombstones there, in a cold autumn wind.]

leave me alone

[Whatever else he says, she won't reply. She won't even read it.]