[He's too shaken up right now to lock this, so it's UNLOCKED FOR EVERYONE!]
Vie. Vie. "I think we need a bit of a talk", eh? Is that what they're calling murder these days- talks?
I mean, bloody christ, you stabbed me, Vie. You stabbed me, and I- [He stops, not wanting to say 'died'. He hates that word. He hates death. Granted, he'd come back- again
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What happened?
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Then, of course, she decided that would be a fine time to stick a knife in me and flounce off, and I, uh- [He falters to a stop for a brief moment.] died.
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I am giving you ten seconds.
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Eight seconds.
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Listen, whoever you are, it wasn't my fault. Or, well, not entirely. She called me up for a chat, as she called it, and it turned into an argument. I went to leave, she wouldn't let me. We argued more, and she took that as reason to stab me.
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Now just why would she do a t'ing like dat?
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[Yes. Yes she did.]
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[Xanth would very much like to know what's going on D: ]
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She stabbed me.
I died.
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But his words die in his throat, and silent he remains.
Xanth cuts the connection.]
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