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Iggy, tell me what the fuck happened.

cw: gore talk, loss of autonomy

[dead_tongue]

Ianthe took all my flesh off and all my organs out. I was awake the whole time. I was nothing but bones walking around.

she gave me to the Duchess to keep forever. the Duchess took pity on me and gave me my life back.

I'm sorry.

[interior]

[The beat of no response is shorter than it might be for someone else, but long for Takeshi, the amount that he sifts, parses, decides, before:]

I need you to check in with me daily or I will be coming to check on you myself.

[dead_tongue]

why?

I might forget on the 23rd. I want to help pick up Jin Guangyao. he got killed.

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[He's very aware Jin Guangyao was killed. But one problem at a time.]

You said it yourself. I need to know you're alive.

[dead_tongue]

oh, okay. I can do that.

I will see you when I can. I just can't right now. everything feels too wrong.

my skin feels wrong.

[interior]

Where I'm from, the military and private clients with deep enough pockets use virtual constructs for information extraction. In these constructs, a person's mind can be spun up and subjected to any experience imaginable, repeatedly and endlessly, with no physical or temporal limitation.

[He leaves it implied: he's been through this.]

When you're ready to talk, Iggy, we'll talk.

[dead_tongue]

ok.

I love you, Takeshi.



please don't go after her.

[interior]

[There's no answer. That's not a request he can fulfil, and silence is easier than lying.]