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[poetontheinside]

What? [That's a long fucking time, Credence! That's not okay!]

[credere]

There's nothing anybody could have done about it. You're awake now.

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, but that's a long time! How'd you know I was in a coma, and not gone?

[credere]

Your door was still there. And your friend told me.

[poetontheinside]

Who did?

[credere]

Your Canadian friend. Fraser.

[poetontheinside]

Oh.

Really? He found out and told you?

That's-- nice.

[credere]

Yes.

...I asked him to call me C. I'd prefer it if you did too.

[poetontheinside]

Oh, hey, sure. C, I can do that, I like that. [Better than Aurelius, at least. It doesn't really seem to bother him much.]

You met him?

[credere]

Yes, in the library. I was looking for some books and he offered to help.

[poetontheinside]

He find what you were lookin' for?

[credere]

No. The library's huge, it...it'll take a while, if the books I want are there at all.

[poetontheinside]

Well, I know Fraser, and he's pretty damn stubborn. Plus, I think his grandparents were librarians or something.

[credere]

They had a mobile library. He told me about it.

[poetontheinside]

Right. Explains a lot about the guy.

Hey, you need anything? How's Rune? [He may also have missed your girlfriend leaving, pal.]

[credere]

Rune is fine. The cats, too.

...Shiro disappeared. Just before we landed at port, I think.

[poetontheinside]

[He sits up a little more, looking worried.]

Disappeared-disappeared? Gone? Door's back to normal?

[credere]

Yes.

I don't know if she disappeared or chose to go, but she didn't say anything to anyone.

[poetontheinside]

You think she would have left without coming to you? [He's-- trying to figure out how Credence feels about all this. The conversation, as they're having it, has seemed very-- blank.]

[credere]

I don't know. Maybe.

['Very blank' is exactly how he's feeling about all this.]

[poetontheinside]

Really? You really think so? [He's getting that. He kind of wants to poke the bear, because he doesn't think keeping it all inside is good, but he's seen what happens when Credence lets it all out. Probably also not very good.]

[credere]

I said I don't know.

[Some crackling static.]

[poetontheinside]

But you've thought about it.

[He clears his throat: he gets it, static.]

I'm sorry, C. I'm really fucking sorry someone left, again.

[credere]

I don't care any more. It happens. It's happened so many times already. The Barge, the Admiral, they don't care how anyone feels. I already knew that. It was my own fault for feeling like I did anyway.

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, that sounds like you don't care, alright.

Buddy, where are you? Let's-- let's hang out.