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[delightme]

Alexander Wilton has opened communication!

[This call was actually supposed to be only for Gabriel, but since he's really drunk, it's going out to everyone. His voice is a little slurred, although it's still mostly intelligible.]

Do you remember flying? I think...I think that's why we fall. Flying--. Flying was our little peephole into freedom, you know. I bet Father did that on purpose. He always...always had a poor sense of humor.

[Silence.]

I flew. I think. It felt like it, anyway. Maybe I'm imagining it. I can't seeeee my wings. Of course not. I just... I wake up these days wondering why the hell I do.

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[tartanisstylish]

John Gates has opened communication!

. . . It was very similar.

[ Pause. P a u s e . Fret. ] How much have you had?

[delightme]

Hm? Oh. Did I--? Eh. A lot, I suppose.

[tartanisstylish]

Enough, perhaps.

[delightme]

No. No, I think I'll just...keep going.

[tartanisstylish]

. . . If it helps.

[delightme]

Better than nothing, as they...well, whatever.

[tartanisstylish]

Right. Mm.

Good that you flew, at least. Er. Congratulations.

[delightme]

What? No. Terrible--terrible, that, actually. Couldn't even... They're fake, not there. It's sooooo...disturbing.

[tartanisstylish]

Not invisible? Just not there.

[delightme]

Something like that.

[tartanisstylish]

[ The noise he makes is sort of a quiet 'eurgh'. ]

[delightme]

[And Balthazar finishes a shot.]