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[Someone at Wellspring lent him a journal. It's not his; his was destroyed. Ben's not much of a journal-reader, so unless he's reminded he will likely forget to get a replacement. His writing is larger than usual, and a little slow.]

My other is gone. [Or... well, his psyche was absorbed, but it's already faded hugely.] I am so sorry for the hurt he

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I'm glad it's over.

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Is it, though?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have written it like that. This part is over.

He [pause] never met you, I hope.

[The other part of him isn't saying.]

[andcountry]

[ pauses. Maybe... a bit of levity? ]

You should hope not.

[ looooooooong pause. Awkward panda forever. ]

Are you allowed visitors?

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[Ben's a bit too depressive for that at the moment.]

I do.

Yes, during the day. I'm afraid I'm not very good company, though.

[stonyfaced]

[As requested, his writing is indeed bigger.]

Just doing my job. Have the medics told you that you're well enough to be questioned?

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All the same, I'm grateful.

Yes. I've been drifting in and out of consciousness for a few days, but today is better.

They don't want me leaving Wellspring yet, but one of the rooms can work.

[stonyfaced]

I'll be there shortly.

[Under normal circumstances, Vimes would have waited a few days for Ben to recover entirely. If his suspicions were entirely correct, then the ash on the ground was Ben's double. The man's words before he lost consciousness simply didn't mesh with Genius' mental state.

However, he decided that he needed to know as soon as possible. With the evil twins running rampant, he couldn't quite rule out the possibility that Ben himself was a twin. Who would know? Besides, no disguise was quite as potent as the disguise of compassion.

Once he was directed to Ben's room, Vimes rapped sharply on the door, then let himself in, hands kept locked behind his back.]

Hello, Ben. You might not remember me, but I'm Captain Vimes.

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All right.

[Ben's sight was returning. The world was bright and somewhat blurry to his eyes, everything throwing off a kind of halo, and even when he squinted he was decidedly nearsighted. The medic who'd been with him yesterday, when he'd been wholly conscious and lucid for about an hour, had hesitated for a while before telling him that she doubted his sight would recover completely. He'd had to tell her that it was because of his age and not the fight.]

[The bed had been made. Not wanting this to seem casual, Ben had asked for a second chair - and asked the intern to return the overstuffed one for something less comfortable. He'd considered a desk, too, but... well, if Vimes wanted to talk to him across one, they could move. At the rap on the door, he stood, hands slack at his side.]

Hello, Captain.

Before anything else, I want to thank you again, and tell you that I'm not usually this young.

[Awake, Ben might have looked nineteen, but there was something about him that seemed older. Though he wasn't slouching, and his face

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[The Impenetrable (UNF) Rick Wall kept this entry from being seen by Genius, sorry Ben. Probably for the best since he wouldn't have replied anyways. Someone is still mad.]

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[Ben understands.]