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[transponders]

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[rehandle]

Your honesty. Ideally your cooperation.

I understand that you're scared for them. But if one of them was given a role that calls on her to kill and has had no choice but to perform it, for the good of all of them, we have to make the call.

[transponders]

What is it you're asking me to do? Put a girl in a cage and spend next round stepping over her severed head?

[rehandle]

Yes. Or don't, and I'll sew another of the others' back on for you when they arrive at the next pumpkin tea party.

[ Not helping, Stephen. ]

Saber was a piece of work. His murder was personal. We can't know if it'll happen again, but I don't have reason to suspect it would happen to her.

But if she isn't caught this time, they will all have one more reason to make a monster of her when this is over. And you know as well as I do that not everyone will be able to forgive and forget.

[transponders]

Would you be serious? We had no reason to expect it would happen to Saber, either. Unless you can prove to me you have the alpha's balls in a vice, she's not going in there.

She isn't a wolf, and you're not gonna blackmail me. If you want to make me wicked witch of the commune, I'll be it. But don't destroy all of those girls because you suspect one of them.

[rehandle]

[ Jesus Christ, Stephen. She can likely see him from where she is while the delay stretches out between messages, a face in the crowd, frowning at his phone. A deep breath in - out. ]

The necromancy. Do you have it?

[ A lie in its entirety, or truth disguised as fiction? ]

im going to bed it's 2 am u said

[transponders]

Yes.

I already asked Natalie, she said it was a spade, but I kept it to myself because nobody believes me and I didn't want them disregarding it.

it's now 3am, help me

[rehandle]

Go figure, it's a bad time to cry wolf.

You and Set planned this together?

[transponders]

Set didn't want to stick his neck out. So I did instead.

[rehandle]

And now what you know is stuck with you, and he's dead.

It's not the company I'd have chosen.

[ But it's the company he's got. ]

[transponders]

Don't worry, I deal with arrogant doctors on the daily. :)

[rehandle]

[ A huff of amusement at his own expense. Dry, tired as they all are. ]

I bet.

Good luck, Misty.