[Crackling static for about thirty seconds, then yelled:]
--I don't have a reason to live anymore!
[A long, long pause. Heavy breathing, a curse under his breath.]
...Rolo -- you--
[There's a rustling, like wind in the leaves. A thump, like a fist hitting stone. Shaky breathing, and then he cuts off the transmission abruptly.]
[ooc; YES.
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What are you doing here?
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Where are you? I'll come get you.
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Yes. I suppose.
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You came back in time for the Moon Festival...
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I suppose so. Yes.
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