Inbox: Upcycled

[syntech]

[Just that simple, automated voice saying 'leave a message'.]

This page also serves as the text inbox for Ethan's Upcycled phone, as well as for any more secure networks he/someone may set up to use.

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[expio]

When you're ready, I'm sure they'll be waiting for you. And... at the end of the day, I hope that when everything is said and done that you'll find some peace in whatever happens, for what it's worth.

[ he offers a small smile, whether in encouragement, reassurance, or just solidarity. ]

...Don't stay out here for too long, okay?

[syntech]

[Will they? It remains to be seen, he concedes.]

It'll be an answer, which is more than I have right now... And I wasn't planning on it. The chill won't let me stay out too much longer.

[It's almost amused. Almost. He shifts his weight, stretching his legs - they're quite loud in their protesting groans.]

It's just nicer to hear something when I can. Until the Synesthesia comes back.

[he's half talking to himself there.]

..... Thank you, Abel. [he may not feel better, the way he had last month, but... Maybe, for a little while, it was good to be serious. To see under the veneer, the facade they use to bury their hearts.]

[expio]

[ he knows he isn't going to be the one able to offer Ethan that peace of mind - it'll be those he cares for and who Ethan wanted to protect. Abel just has to have faith in him, and so he does.

he offers a little wave, before taking his leave. hopefully he'd have the courage to talk to them now, and... the rest is in his hands ]