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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.]
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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But I dissected you, and I don't think you ever got over it. Stubborn. Still, it didn't keep you from coming back.
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I see.
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Isn't it? But would you actually use it to answer a grudge I had to remind you of?
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A friendly warning, Mayuri, from one neighbor to another. I know you're brilliant for what you are [which is like complimenting an aphid on how it eats leaves, but whatever] and I know how eager you are to unearth all the secrets of existence.
But if you do try dissection, vivisection, or any form of experimentation on him, I will leave you as a helpless heap of scraps. When I'm done killing you, over and over and over, all your memories will be lost. Forever. If I ever get bored with torturing you, I can promise it will only be after you've forgotten how to pick up a scalpel.
[And then he smiles calmly, like a mayor inviting the underlings to discuss.]
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