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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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Ah, but you can still make it fun despite the spoiler. Simple servant, hm?

For a lovely young lady. One who I technically outrank, of course.

Of course.

Anyways, not much fun. I play nursemaid, I kill monsters.

Any particular kind of monster?

Ones like Hatter.

[Tapping his breastbone.]

Hatter?

Mad Hatter?

My chain?

I do believe that is something you left out of your stories, Mister Break.

You're joking! He's the best part. He's my little pet monster!

Afraid not. Do tell me more?

Well, he lives inside me, and he likes to eat magic, when I let him roam free!

I'm afraid it leaves me with a bit of a cough, though. And blind as a bat to boot.

What a delightfully horrific sounding monster! Magic eating, my my.

Well, if that cough gets too bad you've already a coffin as a bed.

Do I?

You do, one I made for you. Custom.

He can destroy otherworldly things. Turn them into dust.

...that's so sweet!

You helped stuff the lining so it would be as soft as you wanted.

[Fixing himself another cup of tea.]

That's quite the ability.

I love it! Oh my, I'm excited-

My turn, Mister Break?

I'll share with you two things- It's only fair for that little story, hm?

All right.

First-

I'm severely nearsighted. Can't see a thing unless it's nearly right infront of my face.

[Break laughs in surprise and delight. He would never have guessed.]

[Chuckling to himself, finger interlaced and chin rested against them.]

If anyone knew it would possibly answer why I get so close while speaking.

We really must be birds of a feather.

_{Hee hee~} In some ways, in some ways.

As for the second, well- I carry on me a weapon, a tool, that is said to have the ability to cut through anything.

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