Yes. I started writing people letters. Some of them responded to me and I'm glad to hear from them but... it also makes me wish I could speak to them even more.
It's too slow, right? Too distant. [ he wants to see them, spend time with them. ] At least... it's something. We can confirm they're okay, and learn things.
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[ he sighs, shaky. ]
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Yeah. It happened back home before, too, but not like this.
[ another deep, shaky breath, and he'll draw back enough to look at him. his expression has settled slightly more neutral rather than blank. ]
You doin' okay?
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[He looks alright but his voice and eyes are a little far away.]
Lucas was someone I spoke often. Ever since the first day. And Yves too. Even though they were adults, I trusted them.
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[ he still wants to, once this feeling wears off. ]
I'm... gonna miss Yves a lot. Guess I'll write, especially after. The letter.
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[[He reaches into his pocket to pull out Yves' letter and presses it to his chest. He looks pensive.]
If something happens to me, I'll write you, I promise.
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Don't die, first. That would be better than writing.
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[ god. hate it here. they should have a say in all this death that didn't just involve... more death. ]
I'll do the same, 'course.