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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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[headjacked]

He's not -- he's still not reacting. He has to have seen it, or. Dug around in my memories for it.

[ He kneads his face with metal and flesh fingers. Tired, but unable to sleep. This is going to be an all-nighter for sure. ]

Aaand... I don't... know how I feel about any of the above. It's still my head.

[phaseshifter]

Don't worry.

[ Her voice softens a little, because. Yeah. Free will. Important. ]

I'm sure Jack won't be stupid enough to risk his own neck. [Coward.] Even he has to realise that he's f-- fucked up badly. I don't think he'll do it again.

[headjacked]

I don't think he's stupid, but he is impulsive. And pent up. And I'd like to think he's learned a lesson from this, because AI, but he's a Jack AI.

[phaseshifter]

Ugh this would be so much easier if we were back home.

[ Except it wouldn't, because she ded, but shut your face. ]

I've worked out a plan with Alphonse, sooo. If it happens again with him around, he'll be able to stop it. Prrrobably.