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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[grice]

[ the best and the worst, he thinks, but that’s all a part of experience— nothing would ever be a rose bed when the innocence of its existence was taken so early. ]

He looked just like me. Or— I look just like him. He was always looking out for me . . . And we were in the same unit, so, we’d see each other all the time. [ colt came first, after all. wider shoulders. more grown into the frame of a man than a boy, sandy blond hair and hazel eyes. ] He’s gone, too.

[syntech]

[He can see it, he thinks. The way Falco might grow up, fill out his form, stand tall and sure. There's a lot to question - most of it already answered in a sort of absent fact.

He doesn't know what it's like for the dead
Can never decide if he thinks it'd be better that there was some kind of heaven, some place for the soul to depart. In the end, it doesn't matter. Knowing probably wouldn't help him find the right words.]

I'm sorry for your loss. He sounds like he was a good man. Protective, even. And... There's still something that lingers, at least. You keep him close, so he'll never be completely gone.

[grice]

I think that was the last thing he said to me.

[ it still jumbles from time to time, and, his head starts splitting if he tries too hard to remember the details right before one’s very first transformation. at least, when falco remembers it, despite the subtle wince that makes him press his temple to his shoulder, he sounds . . . longing, at the very least. despite colt being gone, the last thing he saw from him, painfully so, was love. falco was sure he’d stupidly do the same thing. ]

I don’t remember it that well, but I feel it. [ a small pat to his chest, and, an amiable chance, he pours a cup of fruit juice for each one (natural, no added sugar), and lifts his. ] To them?

[syntech]

[The smile he gives is warm, head inclining lightly. It's a lot, but they're here and that matters.]

Sometimes, feeling it is all you really need. [He raises his glass on turn when Falco does, smile broadening slightly. He clinks the two together gently then, as he speaks.]

To them.