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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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[warriorscribe]

Yes- dropped the- trying to let you be, you've hurt enough, I-...

[The tablet scrapes on the floor as he picks it up again. Unlike Rhys, Enoch doesn't lose himself to panic so easily, he doesn't know how to keep it in check when it's this bad, when everything he is has been thrown into uncertainty this way. He's almost sure he's going insane, which makes the panic worse. His thoughts are a confused mess and his death price prevents him from refining them, and then it's all filtered through tears that make it hard to draw enough breath to finish a sentence before his mind reels into another thought.]

Couldn't let you- never wanted to hurt you. Remember it if it helps.

[headjacked]

Yeah. It does. Know what else does...?

[ A pause, a swallow, a moment to keep himself together. ]

Cold. Get some -- snow, cold water, whatever. Hold it, shove your face in it, do whatever it takes.

[warriorscribe]

Cold? Cold. I'll try it, try anything.

[He shakes his head to clear it, pained breathing marking the pause as he shuffles towards the door.]

Thank you, I'm sorry I hurt you again, I'll- sorry.

[This time, he actually does manage to hang up without dropping the tablet.]