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[patokiichi]

Hello. I understand this is how people attempt to reach each other when communicators aren't enough, so... Thank you, but you have not reached me. Please try one of these option, instead. Goodbye.

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[patokiichi]

[Deckerd can only look at his datapad for a few long moments, unable to think in words at all. He just felt a rushing wave of emotion that makes him want to pick at his hands again. Later.]

You don't behave like the body that we killed, Kagerou. I told you what that was like. He didn't talk, didn't react, didn't-

...I often talk about how we have human hearts, but humans don't need to point at one singular part and say that is who they are. Maybe you took what happened to me one step further. You aren't an echo anymore, like I am. I think-

[He struggles for a few moments]

I think we should figure out what all of this means together.

[birdsandblades]

...We were based off of you. I think if you are an echo, so are all of us.

[ And he doesn't think that's true. How can Deckerd be an echo? How can Six? How can his brother? The realization is bittersweet. It almost hurts more than this frame. ]

I wish



I wish I'd known.
It's too late, now.

[patokiichi]

[Alarm floods through his lines, leaving him gripping his free hand into a fist so tight the newest welds ache]

It is never too late, not while you are still here. Let me help you. If you don't, I'll come find you anyway it will just take longer.

You are one of us. You always were. Let me prove it to you. Please.