audio ✁ ❛ towards the door we never opened ❜

[misfortunes]

Good afternoon—City, isn't it? I suppose this is an offer for work; we're rather in need of doctors—a physician, a surgeon. . . a veterinarian. . .

Vincent. Instead of asking for things we don't need—

[ Though that would make one wonder about his definition of "need." ]

—why don't you try asking for a way out, instead? That way, we won't keep anyone waiting any longer.

Well—the master's overstrained himself, after all. . . [ but, returning to the audiofeed - ] It's a matter of some urgency, you see. It seems we won't be staying.

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voice;

[dispossess]

[ Thankfully, he has some experience in reading...less-than-well-written pieces of work. But the text doesn't help much. ]

It's terribly easy to leave a city. You only keep walking. Or haven't you tried that yet?

voice;

[sickbeat]

You're right- that's a stroke of fucking genius right there. Why didn't I think of that? It's not like we're on an island or anything. Should've just parted the ocean like Moses.

voice;

[dispossess]

If you knew more, you should have said so.

voice;

[sickbeat]

Frankly I wasn't expecting to be the first one to tell you.

voice;

[dispossess]

As it happens, you are.

[ Still pleasant, tone just a fraction tighter than before. ]

voice;

[sickbeat]

Got any other mind-blowing questions, dude?

voice;

[dispossess]

Of course.

[ Not that he expects them to be answered. ]

voice;

[sickbeat]

[...]

I'm not gonna guess them for you, just in case you were wondering.

voice;

[dispossess]

I'd hardly expect that from you.