[Now, he meant to have audio on, but his video snapped on as well, unbeknownst to him. This means, of course, that he's partially out of frame, leaning back into the somewhat dark room. His shirt is visible, but his arms and head are somewhat hard to see. Behind him, his bed can be seen, and a mirror on the wall is glowing from the screens he's
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You sound like you're in good spirits, Mister Sinclair.
[Of... course her smile starts fading a little when she notices the words on the mirror, her eyes shifting from Sinclair to just beyond him. Ooooh, the number of unpleasant implications of that sort of thing.]
... Um...
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I'm tryin', Eleanor. [He sighs heavily.] Yeah, I know.
How're you keepin', these days?
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[She shakes her head and tears her eyes away to look back at Sinclair.]
Aside from an... uncomfortable conversation... I'm doing alright. I've made a new friend and I'm teaching her how to swim. Oh, but I've been meaning to ask, do you have any tools I can borrow? I've been trying to modify one of my gloves into something more... useful.
[She wants to make a drill like Daddy's.]
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Now, what's this about an uncomfortable conversation, young miss?
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[Glancing at the mirror again but just... Trying not to notice.]
It's...
I spoke to Mother. After the event, there wasn't going to be any avoiding her knowing I was here, so I thought I'd just confront her and get it over with. It... didn't really go the way I was expecting it to go.
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[He seems to ponder this for a moment, taking a drag from his cigarette.]
I can't imagine that went well.
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[She shakes her head, sighing.]
She told me never to speak to her again. I guess it makes sense, I just...
I expected a lecture, chastising, anything. She didn't do any of that.
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[Eleanor just... sort of stares, not sure she heard right.]
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...T'the best'a my understadin', you're the one who killed her.
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[She visibly pales, her eyes eventually trailing down to her hands.]
I didn't-... As angry as I was I didn't want to kill her-...
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As much as I dislike the woman, I can't blame her for not wantin' t'see you.
I'm sorry, Eleanor.
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I don't think I could blame her, either...
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I just wanted to get away from her...
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...Come on, now, Eleanor. No one blames you for it. She's got hundreds'a people's blood on her hands.
You've still got your daddy.
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