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[There's a few long moments of staticky silence, then Mituna's voice - quiet, but still with that trademark horrendous lisp. He didn't lose that this week, clearly.]

Tho.. my matethprit ith gone, I gueth.

[A long pause follows this announcement, then he continues.]

I don't want to change back.

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Well...fuck.

Do you want me to visit you, Mituna?

[Robot dogs are only such good company.]

We can talk, if you like. Or not, if that is a preference.

That would be an adequate thummary of my feelingth on thith thituation.

[He does like the dogs. They've at least stopped him walking into walls, and from feeling like he's talking to himself.]

.. Thure. Jutht don't break a leg on the way here, I can't come out to drag your ath inthide.

[ Oh no, sad Captors, Aradia's weakness. ]

I don't think there is any preventing that. But wouldn't you rather be the real you?

I have robots for that.

I'll be there soon.

Shit, man, I would krill for my matesprit to leave right now.

[That's whispered, but she takes a moment to consider that joking around is probably not what Mituna wants to do right now. Being a leader is hard and nobody understands.]

You wanna glub about it, Tunaboy?

Doorth open.

[When he gets there, Darkleer will find the troll lying on a sofa. Dramatic teenagers, right?]

[Have a nice view of Mituna's ceiling, Aradia. He's somewhere close, though, if the level of his voice is any indication.]

Are you actually athking me if I would rather be the guy who doethn't know where the fuck he ith half the time? Are you thopor'd?

[He hears that, giving a slight, hissing laugh, but no, joking isn't really something he's in the right mood for.]

Don't f-fheel like you have to do me any favourth.

[It's better than his brand of dramatic, which once involved vivisecting the Grand Highblood.]

[He just goes to sit down besides the dogs, who are by the couch as well.]

Don't think of it as losing her. Think of it as her going on a trip for a while.

[The yellowblood snorts, but he sits up and tries to stop looking quite so pathetic.]

Nithe try, buddy. Nektht week I won't know the fucking differenthe. Try ethplaining it to me then.

Why don't you explain it?

[He gestures to the SFC.]

It can record things.

[He can't see the pointing, but he feels over to where he left the thing and picks it up, turning it over in his hands.]

Thith ithn't fair.

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No.

[He reaches up to lay a hand on Mituna's foot.]

It isn't. Vatheon may have its own kind of fortune, but it is never quite kind, either.

If you want to get technical, then yes, I am asking exactly that. But what I am really trying to ask is if you would rather be this, or if you would rather be yourself, the troll your matesprit pities and that all your friends like.

[He frowns, but scoots forwards and closes his own hand over Darkleer's.]

Why thith? Why put my head back together like thith? Jutht tho I can realithe thhe'th gone without flailing around like the motht ungratheful retard at the party? [Mituna makes a small 'hmph' sound and rubs at his face with his free hand.]

Thhit.. I thound like a fucking athhole right now. Even to mythelf. That'th thad.

[He thinks about that. Really thinks about it, with coherency and a level of concentration that he hasn't been able to manage in sweeps. There's one undeniable fact about having all his mental faculties returned, and that is that he is really rather unhappy with the entire affair.

Despite his ability to be completely verbose at this point, what he instead comes out with is a rather typical, vague reply.]

.. No.

I ain't doin' you favours, asshoal. We haven't talked in for-fucking-ever and I know you betta than most of these chumps anyway.

So, go on. Vent, mothafucka.

[Okay, Meenah, you asked for this. With Latula gone, next to Kurloz, you're probably his best friend in this place.]

Ok, tho, I get my mind piethed back together for one week. What fucking uthe ith that to me ekthept to remind me oh tho fh-fucking clearly that I'm a headcathe becauthe I pulled a grandiothe pthionic thtunt to thave all your thorry aththeth, then you killed uth anyway! Good job, Meenah, A-thhitting-pluth for leaderthhip thkillth. I'll get you a nithe 'you tried' thtar to thtick up on your wall for that one if I can thtill remember to do it when my witth ekthplode onthe again into a thcramble of white noithe thtatic and glittery jpeg artefactth. [His voice has turned unreasonably bitter. He stops, reels himself in, takes a breath and continues more quietly.]

I lothe my eyethight and then I lothe her too. We'vhe been together for longer than I can remember even now, tho now what? I don't even know if I'll remember thhe'th gone when everything goeth back to normal. I left mythelf a note – a recording, but what if it ithn't enough. What if... [The yellowblood's voice cracks, just faintly.]

What the grubthhitting fuck am I thuppothed to do without her?

[And that is essentially what a tidal wave of bad feelings sounds like. She's quiet, trying not to let it have an impact on her. It's just that hearing so much of his voice is bringing back some pretty heavy memories. Fuck, she hates this place. She's felt so fucking out of sorts lately and it makes it hard for her to sounds as confident as she generally is. But she tries anyway, and she's pulling it off pretty well.]

Hey. You know scrod damn well I wouldn't have made the choice if I hadn't thought it was the best one for all of us. [Which..isn't entirely true, but she doesn't want to admit that.] Being a leader is about doing what's best for everybody overall, and I did that. We had a second chance, we just got fucking dragged here like the catch of the day. There's nofin I can do to help that!

I lost people too, yaknow. It sucks and I don't know what you're meant to do, but you can't just fucking stop. If you do that, then it's like you reely aren't you. You wouldn't be Mituna, you'd just be like. What? A growth on Latula? You can't just give up when you made it this fucking far.

[She growls, regretting this already because wow she is too fucking impatient for emotions.] I'll be here to help. I ain't gonna let you flounder in the deep end. I got your back. Even if you think I'm a shitty leader.

[He's muttering to himself as she talks to him, and it could almost.. almost be said that he's mimicking snatches and phrases of what she's saying, mocking just out of range of her hearing.

When she says that last part, though, he quiets, and after a moment or two lets out a quiet sound that might just be edging on a laugh.]

Thankth, printheth. You're a halfway dethent friend, even if you are a thhitty leader.

No to which part?

[Mituna, you're a jerk, this is as close as she gets to heartfelt. And now she's wound herself up enough to be both angry and sad at the same time.

She's trying pretty hard to hide it and she's thanking fuck this isn't video because yup, those sure are tears that she's wiping away furiously. It's a lot to take at once, really. Knowing this is probably the last coherent discussion they'll have, knowing she's a shitty leader and losing rad girl on top of it? Fuck that noise.]

Fuck you, I'm the best at both. [There is a very stifled choked sound at the end of that, do not fucking call her on it. She's going to sniff unattractively now.] This place shitty. But. I'm really fucking glad we aren't alone.

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Yeah. Me too. [A pause.] There'th thomething wrong with the line, I keep hearing thniffing thoundth. [Subtle.]

I've got an empty houthe if you want.. [He leaves that hanging a moment. Another word and it'll start leaning towards perverted.. oh what the hell.] .. to come over and thpend thome quality time with me...

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