[ His words become rapid-fire intelligence. (He can tell; he doesn't know.) Number One; snapped to attention. On the dot. On a dime. (He can't fix it, he can't fix it, he can't fix it, why did she call him? It's not his problem.) She can't let go of the phone. Can't answer that first question. Can hear him, but he doesn't feel real
That scream
You're scaring her!
Tears cloud her vision again, and there's a sharp breath in her nose, even as the only next word she can manage sticks on her tongue. Apology. Shame. Regret. Confusion. Agony. Desperation. (She's not here. He said. And Viktor, too. She's not. Everything else, but she's not. Again.]
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That scream
Tears cloud her vision again, and there's a sharp breath in her nose, even as the only next word she can manage sticks on her tongue.
Apology. Shame. Regret. Confusion. Agony. Desperation. (She's not here. He said. And Viktor, too. She's not. Everything else, but she's not. Again. ]
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