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[but_why_u_mad]

[Some of you may recognize the accent. Omai! The voice is calm, collected. But clipped.]

I have read the letter.

Now when will I hear the truth, hm?

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[brynkitten]

[ For half a moment, Bryn recognizes that accent and she thinks maybe Nick has come back. After all, he came back from the dead, surely he could come back from his disappearance as well?

Of course she quickly realizes that it isn't Nick and she sighs with disappointment. ]

Why do you think we have not been told the truth?

[but_why_u_mad]

Why should I believe them? Because they say it is the truth?

[brynkitten]

I just...wondered if there was something in particular that made you think perhaps they were lying...

[but_why_u_mad]

[Wow this chick sounds kind of...naive.]

Mon amour, even half truths are whole lies.

[brynkitten]

[ Kind of? Try...a lot.

She sputters a bit at his calling her mon amour before responding. ]

Perhaps but...it's still possible they are telling the truth. Maybe.

[ Why does everyone have to go into it with her on this topic? She'd much rather...not...think about it. ]

[but_why_u_mad]

Perhaps they are. But is it not it a little naive to accept things at face value?

[brynkitten]

[ There's definitely some silence there, and Bryn sounds more than a little uncomfortable when she replies. ]

Perhaps it is.

[but_why_u_mad]

[It doesn't take a genius with telepathy to figure out he's upset the girl. She's an interesting sort. In a lot of ways, she reminds him of Eva, the trusting little maidservant assistant he had back home.

SO. Maybe a change in subject is in order.]

What is your name, amiga?

[brynkitten]

[ A change is a good way to go, though Bryn still isn't responding right away. That was a little too blunt and close to home, Mads. ]

They call me Bryn, here.

[ She still doesn't like introducing herself with her full name, though it's definitely odd to give so informal an introduction. ]

And yourself?

[but_why_u_mad]

Mads.

[Hello, Bryn. He wants inside your pants head.]

It's a pleasure, ah, Bryn.

[brynkitten]

It's nice to meet you as well, Mads.

[ She pauses a moment... ]

Your accent is familiar. May I ask where you're from?

[but_why_u_mad]

New America.

[A curious question.]

Why?

[brynkitten]

I thought so. There was another here before you, a friend. He was from New America as well.

[ Pause. ]

He is no longer here, unfortunately...

[but_why_u_mad]

[Just as he thought. But she said 'he'. Not 'she'. Damn.]

Did this friend have a name?

[brynkitten]

Nick. Ah, Nickolas Santos, for his full name. You didn't know him, did you?

[but_why_u_mad]

...

[Nope. Not one of Anna's usual cohorts.]

No. I am sorry. I did not.