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[grunehexe]

Rest easy knowing your master is a woman of great conviction and vision.

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[wyvil]

Hi, Connor.

[There is a very, very long pause. Long enough that Connor might think that Wylan isn't going to say anything else. (He almost doesn't. To torn on what he should say, what the right thing to say is. He's not even sure why he's contacting Connor. He just knows that Connor is one of his few friends left, and he could really use a friend right now.]

Are you, uh, ready for the next mission? [A safe, neutral question. It's not what Wylan wants to talk about, but it seems like a safe place to start.]

[sadgay]

Hey, what's up.

[He senses something off in that prolonged pause, but has no idea what to make of it.]

As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. Vive la resistance.

[This is said with decidedly little enthusiasm.]

[wyvil]

[His lack of enthusiasm does not go unnoticed. Which makes Wylan feel like he should offer some kind of reassurance.]

It seems like a mission you'll be good at. Definitely better than I'll be.

[sadgay]

[The lack of enthusiasm is one part uncertainty for how his talents could contribute, one part terror for the outcome: they could end up imprisoned or executed for treason. But when Wylan starts talking himself down, he cuts him off right there.]

What are you talking about? What kind of anarchist uprising wouldn't be better off with a demolitions whiz kid on their side?

[wyvil]

Aren't we supposed to blend in? Explosives do the opposite of that.

[sadgay]

Who has to know they're yours?

[God, when did he start condoning the use of explosives? He shakes his head.]

Anyway, I'm sure they'll be thrilled to have your help, Wylan.

[wyvil]

Maybe. [There's another exceedingly long pause.] The people who usually ask for my help... Most of them are gone.

[sadgay]

[It's a strange way to put it, but he guesses what Wylan means. His friends.]

I'm still around.

[wyvil]

... I didn't want to bother you. [Though, really, maybe this counts as bothering him.] Too much. That's what I meant.

backdated to before the current mission; [action]

[moneyballer]

[When Connor finds Asher next, he will see him dressed in a familiar red sweater and khaki pants, an outfit that he would have previously reserved for getting his fuh-reak on after getting the geek on, draped neatly under a camel trench-coat. His shoes are shined and his hair is done, a sight that may give Connor the sensation that he is in the presence of a ghost from the past.

Asher would have sent a text but no words seemed right, after all, how do you say goodbye to someone familiar, to someone who he will see when he gets home? But that Connor Walsh is not the same man that stands before him, that Connor is a stranger, a liar, a murderer... Anything but a friend.

He rubs the back of his neck nervously, not finding the strength to look his classmate in the eye.]

Hey man, so um...

I think they're sendin' me back.