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Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep] |
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Date: 2018-02-06 12:44 am (UTC)[Hanging up now, the disconnect cutting off another, final sigh. He'll add to that the amends he must make to Miss Rey, his guilt as overwhelming as ever. Even in death, he will find no respite from it.
But he'll stave it off for now. He has another phone call to make.]