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[mrballisticsdummy]

There's always a reason.

[Slow and steady.]

He's not actually a human. He's an Eldrich god in the body of a human. He is made of powers.

So when you shut them off?

Lights out.

Did you find him somewhere? I'm locking him in his goddamn room.

[questionsonly]

He collapsed dead on Trevor. Who thought he had a heart attack?

Apparently he's up if... wobbly. They might need some direction.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Yeah, alright.

You okay otherwise?

[questionsonly]

Didn't like being human again for a few minutes, but I didn't keel over. Or lose my hand, which was nice.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Just - let me know where you are when it happens, huh?

[questionsonly]

Of course, sunshine. I'm headed to Lark's to check in on him.

Trevor and Jon are in the kitchen.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Staying busy. I've been with Tim.

Fuck this.

[questionsonly]

I wish we didn't both know what's going on.

But we do.

Let me know if you need anything, baby.

[mrballisticsdummy]

I will.

I love you, you know.

[questionsonly]

I love you.

And no matter what happens, that's always going to be the case.

[mrballisticsdummy]

Ditto, babe. Ditto.

[And the subsequent fingerguns are audible before he clicks off.]