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I require an explanation for how I have come to be here. My presence in this place, and the circumstances in which I find myself, are impossible. Additionally, this place appears to be an alternate reality from what I am familiar with, and, as such, is even more impossible
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The obtuse reference to a particular being that had already meddled a great deal with his life. The highly logical approach in text, but the distinct quirk of playing with morphemes in verbal speech. The emphasis on a distinct lack of forests. Hollow houses-- no, structures. Being stuck.
And this one, he sounds very young, doesn't he? Only just arrived here as well, probably. So he speaks calmly, not wishing to cause him distress but requiring an answer all the same.]
Are you an aristh?
[It is possible that he is incorrect in his assumption, but it is best to make certain, to see if he recognizes the term.]
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That the Yeerks are somehow behind this place was the very first explanation Ax considered, and it is still his leading theory. It is unthinkable that he should not know how much time has elapsed since he was on his Earth, but he does not. One thing he does know is that he did not deliberately morph human. Whoever is responsible for this, they kidnapped him in his true body. Someone out there knows who he is.
So he answers cautiously, perhaps should not answer at all, but he is too curious about why this human has made the communication private. The primary enemy Ax can think of would never have done that.]
How do you know that term?
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Elfangor considers. At one time, he would have felt reassurance at the presence of a superior officer. Perhaps it would be helpful to this aristh's peace of mind if he identified himself.
He makes certain that settings are still on private before responding.] I am War-Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. Do not fret, aristh, I will do all I can to ensure our swift return to the Fleet.
[He almost says your instead of our, as he is fairly certain that he is dead in the world from which they came, but he figures that word choice would not be particularly reassuring.]
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He knows his brother is dead. Ax's human friends were with him when he died. Yet, here he is, and Ax is certain no one, not even a Yeerk, would attempt to claim they were Elfangor if they were not. How is it that he is speaking to Ax out loud? How is he here to speak at all?
There is a strange tightness in Ax's human throat, which makes answering difficult, and keeps him from being able to say more than a few words.]
Big brother-- How?
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[From his little brother's tone, there is little doubt in Elfangor's mind that he comes from a time after... well, after the last moments he recalls. Oh, damn.]
I do not know how I came to be here. As you implied in your initial message, this may be the doing of the entity to which you referred. It would not be the first time he has meddled with my time line.
Are you... Are you well?
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[Ax is practically standing at attention, in the hollow dwelling he has found himself in, and it might be audible in his voice.
Except that the strained quality he observed before comes back, and he cannot help but blurt out his next words.]
I thought I would never see you again. I thought, thaw, thot-tuh. Forgive, give, me, but I have ree, reason to believe you are dead.
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Where are you?
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I am. In the human living-ing quarters in which I woke up. [He can still hear for himself the difficulty he has in making his mouthparts function correctly.]
I apologize. My human eyes seem to want to leak water.
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Aximili, it's all right. We will... we'll figure this out. Whoever, or whatever it responsible for bringing us here, perhaps they have a reason for wanting me alive. I was certain I would never see you again when my fighter crashed. I'm glad this is not the case.
I too am in the rooms where I awoke here. Can you send me your coordinates? I'll come right over.
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[Which makes the behavior of his human eyes all the more baffling. Ax thought they only leaked water when someone was sad. He sends his location.]
I do not look like my, myself. I am sure you have guessed this already, from my having-ing to make sounds to communicate. I have-- I will tell you when I see you.
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