If... we hear it again, it won't mean anything good. And it has power. It wasn't bluffing, last week.
[He doesn't exactly remember the quality of the voice, through the darkness and chaos of what came after, but there's something nagging at him about it. Something he should remember. Something he should know. He's torn between wanting to confirm it and hoping against hope he never has to hear it again.
There's something in him that still wants to curl up and close his eyes and stop up his ears at the thought of going through the last week again. He ignores it. There's been enough of that.]
... All right. There's... [there's something else, something that pushes a little more urgency in his voice] I don't know how much time we'll have.
[He doesn't want to run out of time again. He still feels like... he should have been better prepared, this last week. Better and faster. Smarter. He doesn't know, exactly, what he could have done. But there had to have been things he'd missed.
It had been hard to see clearly. But:]
The weekend. I don't know why. But that was the deadline, this time.
[He blinks for a moment. Right, she might... still not know. He'd assumed that someone would have come to her demanding answers a while ago, and he had himself, in a way. But maybe none of them had been clear enough. It had been pretty chaotic back then.]
Do you remember, when I asked you about sacrifices?
The voice wanted us to kill someone. It said that if we didn't, the sickness last week would kill all of us. [he stumbles to a stop for a moment] ... That's why Lillith did what she did.
[It was why... last week had gone the way it had gone. All of it.]
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Date: 2018-06-12 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-12 05:08 am (UTC)[It's matter-of-fact.]
If... we hear it again, it won't mean anything good. And it has power. It wasn't bluffing, last week.
[He doesn't exactly remember the quality of the voice, through the darkness and chaos of what came after, but there's something nagging at him about it. Something he should remember. Something he should know. He's torn between wanting to confirm it and hoping against hope he never has to hear it again.
There's something in him that still wants to curl up and close his eyes and stop up his ears at the thought of going through the last week again. He ignores it. There's been enough of that.]
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Date: 2018-06-12 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-12 06:27 am (UTC)[He doesn't want to run out of time again. He still feels like... he should have been better prepared, this last week. Better and faster. Smarter. He doesn't know, exactly, what he could have done. But there had to have been things he'd missed.
It had been hard to see clearly. But:]
The weekend. I don't know why. But that was the deadline, this time.
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Date: 2018-06-12 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-12 04:06 pm (UTC)Do you remember, when I asked you about sacrifices?
The voice wanted us to kill someone. It said that if we didn't, the sickness last week would kill all of us. [he stumbles to a stop for a moment] ... That's why Lillith did what she did.
[It was why... last week had gone the way it had gone. All of it.]
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Date: 2018-06-12 09:04 pm (UTC)[Red definitely doesn't have an answer for that. Instead, she glances to her computer.]
Lenka, I need to ask you to leave for a bit. I have some work to do.
[He's free to stop by later, though.]
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Date: 2018-06-12 09:23 pm (UTC)I'll... come back.
[He's tired, too, though he's glad he came.
There are some other things he needs to talk over with others, perhaps, before he comes again.]