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[onlyhearmusic]

[a lyrical hum cuts in, almost as if someone didn't know what they were doing]

"Leave yer message."

[oh. no, he knew. he just didn't care. the beep comes after another brief humming stops.]

Comments

[onlyhearmusic]

Manners ain't about whether you've killed a man or not, boyo. Yer ma not teach you any? Shame, that.

[abrightboy]

This is a fun bit of deflection, but let’s talk about your most recent murders. Will sensed that you lost something. That you were clawing desperately for it like a drowning man. What was that about?

[onlyhearmusic]

You have an unhealthy obsession with tha dead, too. Hope yer ma didn't teach ya that as well.

[abrightboy]

No, I get that from my dad. But if you don’t want people wondering about your deep-seated desperate clawing desires, you shouldn’t death threat an Empath. So. What happened there?

[onlyhearmusic]

So yer goin' ta threaten to- what? Make an announcement about me? Tell tha whole ship that I want somethin'? Boy, we all want somethin'. And you don't know what that is or you wouldn't be askin'.

[abrightboy]

Make an announcement? I’m not that kind of masochist. I’m not interested in sharing with the public.

[onlyhearmusic]

[He chuckles softly.] Then what kind of masochist are ya?

[abrightboy]

Not the fun kind. Sorry to disappoint.

[onlyhearmusic]

Coulda fooled me with yer predilection fer death, boyo. What a shame.

[abrightboy]

Well, I am weird and macabre.

[onlyhearmusic]

Of that I do not doubt.