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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[headjacked]

I get why it doesn't from... from where you're standing. And there's a chance it was a fakey-fake look into a false future, but... it felt super real.

It involved the guy in my head. [ Uncertainty chokes his voice again, because Jack resurfacing is now a definite possibility. ] ...A Handsome Jack AI.

[devoutish]

And this kind of thing is extraordinary even for your technology filled world?

[headjacked]

Mhmm. And it'd just get more complicated, it --

[ . . . ]

You know, I think you owe me a story. A story about a Tommy Something.

[devoutish]

Tommy Shelby.

Not today. Not in text. This isn't a good time to talk about home.

[headjacked]

Fine, fine.

As long as you promise to tell me all about it someday.

Also: no more dying.

[devoutish]

Did we not cover the lectures and 'pep talks' already? You may have forgotten.

I don't need those.

[headjacked]

That wasn't a lecture or a pep talk, just a general reminder.

[ There is just the slightest 'I do what I want' tone to that, because Rhys gonna Rhys. ]

[devoutish]

Which I do not need.

[Are we going to power-struggle Rhys LET'S GO]

[headjacked]

Alfie.

I respect you like crazy. Because you are super cool.

But one of us has been here fore ten days and-- and bit it, and the other has been here for eighty. And... yes, bit it, b-but I've been through a TON of monster sieges.

Just. Saying.

[devoutish]

Doesn't merit you trying to treat me like a fucking child, mate.

[headjacked]

I haven't been, so you don't gotta go all defensive on me, bro. I'm treating you like I treat all my -- the people I like and respect.

Sorry I worry!

[devoutish]

Change the subject, yeah? Talk about something else.

[headjacked]

Well. What do you want to talk about?

[devoutish]

Are you lonely here?

[He seems the type to be, even with the friends he seems to have.]

[headjacked]

[ That... does seem to catch him off guard. ]

Not really, I mean. I have Angel, and Fiona and Beckett and -- but it sucks when someone ---

-- what about you, huh?

[devoutish]

Yeah, but it's not something you can fix.

When someone what?

[headjacked]

Doesnt matter, it'd just lead to more sappy crap, which you're not in the mood for.

[devoutish]

Are you on your own tonight?

[There is definitely an air of loneliness around him, Alfie thinks.]

[headjacked]

Nope.

So I should feel fine, huh?

[devoutish]

You've still got shell shock. All that wasn't even a week ago, mate.

[headjacked]

But I feel better. I'm better, Alfie!

[ If he sounds suddenly on edge, it's probably because... he is suddenly on edge. Alfie is poking at something red and raw, something he doesn't know how he should be dealing with. ]

[devoutish]

You're really not.

Bottle it up and it will get worse.

[headjacked]

...so what do I do here, when everyone is busy dealing with their own shit?

[devoutish]

Ask the doctors. Talk to all those friends of yours.

[headjacked]

Doctor wise, I'm only cool with Dr. John. The rest are varying degrees of shitty or dead.

[ A quickly sucked in breath. ]

There's a ridiculously tall doctor. Stitched up face. I'm pretty sure his name is Stein. Be careful around him.