ic contact.

[goesberserk]

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voicemail; backdated to March 20th-ish

[topslug]

[ Yako starts talking before she realizes that it's the voicemail that's answered, so her voice is cut off. ]

--ing I wanted to ask you-- oh. [ She pauses to catch her breath, sounding a little more frazzled than she usually does. When she speaks again, she seems a little calmer. ]

I guess you're not in right now. Er-- n-never mind, then!

[ And on that exceedingly awkward note, the recorded message ends. ]

[goesberserk]

[It doesn't seem like he can avoid talking about it anymore...]

... Yeah, I do.

[topslug]

... It's not something you like talking about, is it? [ He seems a little cagey, to her, but it's hard to judge that from voice alone. ]

You don't have to tell me what it is, if you don't want to.

[goesberserk]

At this point I might as well. When I get angry, I also get really strong. Too strong.

[topslug]

[ Too strong? ]

... And then what happens?

[goesberserk]

I attack people, throw things... I can't really control it.

[topslug]

[ She sits for a moment, digesting that. Then: ]

What usually makes you angry, Heiwajima-san?

[goesberserk]

... Too many things.

[topslug]

[ It's been less than a month since the last discussion they had about Shizuo's strength. The memory of it stirs in Yako's mind. Slowly, and not really talking to him: ]

So this is what you meant about getting stronger.

[ Normally, now: ] I've never seen you get angry, though. Not that angry, anyway.

[goesberserk]

Well, you've never done anything to piss me off.

[topslug]

And I wouldn't ever want to!

[goesberserk]

Hopefully it won't happen. Can't make any promises, though...

[topslug]

[ Inexplicably, she feels her throat tighten. ]

It's okay, Heiwajima-san.

[goesberserk]

... Not sure if it is, but I'll try.