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[synanthrope]

[It's already dark, almost midnight when this video starts. There's a wire between the Warehouse and Building Three, suspended from the roof. Saya's boots are just visible in the video, high heeled and clearly belonging to no one else.

There's the sound of wind, too, as she steps out, heel on the wire. She doesn't step all the way so her weight is on it. Just part of the way.]

It's not enough.

Comments

[synanthrope]

I don't think carrying is enough. I don't like the sensation anyway.

[signatures]

Then no, it may not be enough, asking the angel.

What about a broomstick?

[synanthrope]

You're concerned.

[signatures]

You wouldn't like being dead.

[synanthrope]

Who would?

[signatures]

I'm trying to save you the trouble.

[synanthrope]

That's very thoughtful of you, Mr. Eames. I trust if I died you would scrape my body off the sidewalk.

[signatures]

With my best shovel, I assure you. And a very high pressure hose.

[synanthrope]

You're so romantic.

[signatures]

I try to be accommodating.