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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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-- um.

[ Unexpected, yes. So much so that his nervous stutter is even more pronounced as he chooses his words carefully. ]

W-well, we've all been under some massive pressure, and you're -- you were just a kid. And. I'm probably not winning any Best Person awards myself.

What I'm saying is - is -- you're okay, Steph. I forgave you a long time ago.

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[ She manages the tiniest of smiles. ]

Thanks. But I'm not sure it really counts if I don't actually apologize.

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It's nice to hear an apology, and I'm sure it feels like a weight off your shoulders.

[ That last bit he knows from very recent experience, even though certain apologies didn't go nearly as well. ]

It was kind of implied, though, with your -- you kinda changed, demeanor-wise.

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Things... things were going well, back home. Things were getting better here, too.

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'Were', huh.

How are you doing now? Honestly?

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Right now?

I feel... scared. Helpless.

Alone.

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Is anyone nearby?? Can someone get to you?

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I don't think so. And I need to get a move on, anyway. I have to get supplies to Kesara.

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Well -- all right, but you'll be okay in the meantime? Do you need to talk to Angel? HAVE you talked to Angel??