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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]

Do you want to know? Because I don't know if you want to know, you know??

[devoutish]

[Based on that reply, and based on Watson's experience, he thinks he has a good guess.]

Fucking hell, Rhys, spit it out.

[headjacked]

[ There it is, the cracking of his voice. ]

It was Fiona, okay?? It. Sh -- she even looked at me, when I said her name.

[devoutish]

[Alfie goes quiet for a little while before responding.]

It means something. That other man, Clayton, was killed by the Joker and came back as an anomaly.

Or it might have been a hallucination.

[headjacked]

[ Alfie doesn't sound terribly surprised. Something Rhys might pick up on if it weren't for the new round of shell shock. ]

And that's what we'll all be, won't we? Eventually.

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't tell him no. Rhys might very well be right.]

Did she say anything--?

[headjacked]

No, she did her best impression of a hideous stretchy flesh-slinky and went boa constrictor on A-Angel.

[ He gets a gross taste in his mouth and grimaces at his own bitter words. ]

[devoutish]

Mm.

If you see her again, tell me.