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twenty-four. video.

[The communicator is focused on a darkened wall. A beam of light. A shadow puppet emerges, a grotesque face with "lips" that move in time with Katurian's voice.]

I feel like a pig about to be slaughtered.

[The face collapses. He uses his hands to form the shadow into a pig, appropriately. He squeals, shrill, and then chokes on a laugh. High pitched, pig-like:]

A dog about to be put down.

[He forms his hands, predictably, into a dog. BARK BARK, he goes, moving the shadow's jaw. He uncurls his hands without fanfare this time, clearing his throat. Growing unsteady. The camera stays on the empty wall.]

Tell me how you feel today. With art.

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It's Batman! That's as close as a person can get!

Whose team are you on?

I'm sure as hell not on his! Blame the writers, not the readers!

Hmph. [Whatever, still sulking.] I've already mentioned how much I dislike your world, anyway.

Hey! My world isn't that bad! Just because yours is more interesting...

I see you pulling that flattery thing on me, Hundred! Don't think I don't see you.

Fuck, it's not working? I guess it's time for plan B, then.

... And what is Plan B?

[ UH ]

Buying you a coffee, so you can weather all the overtime you're going to pull tonight?

Going to pull through?

If I can't flatter you, I'll distract you!

Mitchell.

Jesus Christ, Edward!

This is not how you fix things.

What, you want me to give you a night off instead?

Oh. We could do that, yes.

[ A thoughtful pause. ]

I suppose I could swing that, as long as you keep your cell on. Just in case.

You have access to my cell regardless.

Only if I'm close, Edward. I don't have quite the range you're giving me credit for.

[He pauses, for a moment.]

Then consider yourself flattered.

Extremely flattered, yeah.

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