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[misdirector]

[Light was sleeping when the shockwave hit. It's deep, childlike, just as it always is: the sleep of the innocent, or the truly psychopathic. Except that as the wave creeps over him with tenuous fingers, remaking and rewiring him, out of the corners of his mind scuttle ... spiders. Some tiny, some the size of a fist, on black, spiny legs. Some are

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[audio]

[misdirector]

I'm quite all right now. Thank you, Ciel.

[And he sounds it, too - though he's still more than preoccupied.]

[audio]

[misdirector]

Are you surprised? This city seems as likely to induce nightmares as anywhere I've seen.

[fortheoldworld]

You sound like shit.

[misdirector]

Tell me something I don't know.

[He's well over it by now.]

I didn't wake you, I hope.

[fortheoldworld]

I slept like a baby.

[audio]

[misdirector]

Excellent. I'm glad to hear it.

[He sounds rather less sarcastic than he normally might - not that he makes a habit of audio posts. To Mellos, at any rate.]