[accidental video post]

[feumesparents]

[The communicator is laying on its side, showing half of Mathilde where she's sitting on the floor. There's papers spread out in front of her, and she looks excited and messy]

That's it. The code from the farmer's letter. The code. I can't believe it took me this long to figure it out, it's so simple, the order wasn't even distorted. I knew he was

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[faythfulguard]

Who's Manech?

[feumesparents]

[...]

He's my fiancé. He got-- he disappeared-- I haven't seen him since he had to fight in the Great War.

[faythfulguard]

Oh.

What happened? Did you figure out where he is?

[feumesparents]

Not where he is, but where someone who might have saved him is.

No. I know he saved him. He has to have saved Manech, there was no one else there. Biscotte, the Corsican, the welder from Paris...

[captain_basch]

You have figured something out that pleases you?

I hope I am not intruding by asking, but you were on the video feed.

[feumesparents]

I've been notified of that. Don't-- It's okay. It's my own fault.

Yes. My fiancé... I've just found evidence that he's probably still alive.

[captain_basch]

It seems to happen every once in a while here, these devices are simply too easy to turn on.

That is very pleasant news indeed! Congratulations, my lady. I do hope when you are returned to your world that you shall find him.

[feumesparents]

It's nothing to worry about at this point.

If I don't have that hope, what do I have? I will find him. Thank you for your sympathies.

[pissedkitty]

...Who?

[feumesparents]

My fiancé. Manech Langonnet.

Pay attention.

[pissedkitty]

...

[orz, have his silent sympathy.]

[feumesparents]

...I'm angry I can't test my theories, but at least this gives me hope.