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[video, voice] what goes around comes around

[The device flicks on. Static.

Then, purple- only purple. White. Break's coat, the beautiful off-the-shoulder, white one that he lost almost a year ago during that episode with all of the blood. It's back in one piece.]

What-

[Then the feed flicks off. On again, very briefly, as he bangs it on the table. Sound.

Then to video- there's Break's elbow, Emily's dress.

On. Rap rap rap. Someone's knocking it against a table to see if it can be broken open.]

-why does it keep chirping, Emily?

[This is almost exactly how he arrived, nearly two years ago to the day. And here we are, come full circle, about to smash the PCD on a table corner in idle, non-technologically oriented curiosity.]

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You were here for a few years.

[Stopping just a foot away, chuckling to himself.]

If you feel the need to get away, my door is open. I'm left alone to my own devices, no visitors.

Years?

[Blank astonishment.]

Mmhm.

[Tapping the tip of a nail on the end of Break's nose.]

Enough time for people to grow attached, to think you might never leave.

And here I am again.

[Snapping at his finger.]

Just a week or so later. Funny how time works.

[A light flick.]

[Gasping an enchanted laugh.]

Did you know all my secrets, Undertaker?

I wouldn't say all of them. We told eachother stor~ies from time to time.

[Hooking an arm with his, only a tapping of fingers as warning, ready to lead him off.]

You knew one of mine that was more the answer to a question never asked.

I'm afraid that's a riddle for now, Mr Undertaker. Lead me on gently, I'm new at you.

A riddle it shall remain, my answers aren't always given so freely.

[An arm pat as he walks on at an easy pace.] As gentle as I can be~

I trust you.

I made you a headstone.

That's adorable. Can I see it?

It's on the way, a small detour can be made.

Let's get it on the way back to my home. I want it for a door-late.

Anyone let you know where it is yet?

I'm afraid not. I have a feeling I might have been a wee bit secretive-

I'll walk you home after tea then, shall I?

If you'd be so kind.

There are steps, this is one of the Queen Anne's Row homes.

[Giving his shovel a little swing so the metal part hits against the first step. Yep, thar be the stoop.]

Of course, your home is near my workshop.

[He finds it with his cane for good measure, and follows him up.]

Keeping an eye on me, Master Undertaker?

[This is the blind being lead by the severely near-sighted.]

Why ever would I, Mister Break? [Opening the door as the shovel is set against the wall, closing it behind them.]

Maybe you liiiiike me.

You'll just have to wait and remember ♥

Either way, I'm probably going to be a little hapless now- and it'll be good to have you close.

Just a call away.

[Guiding into the kitchen, leaning him with a hand on the back of a chair, scooping up the kettle just as it begins to whistle.]

Blindness ontop of not knowing your surroundings well?

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