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(OLD INBOX FOR RIVERVIEW AND DEERINGTON)

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text | sometime on the 16th

[nakedsingularity]

Where are you

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[shoplifter]

Going into the hole.
I'll be back for dinner.

[Of course. Of course.]

[nakedsingularity]

_{[Jesus Christ. And to think she was worried Logan Jr. was off doing something stupid before she tears the kitchen apart like a ravenous animal.]}

Are you actually insane? Do NOT go near that thing.

_{[Shocking the world, no f bombs were dropped in the making of that text. She's saving them all for when she calls Laura--which she's doing, right now.]}

[shoplifter]

Logan is not here to stop me, is he?

I can do as I please.

[She feels a little insane; it is her default, in some respects.

And perhaps, if not obvious by the response... a little torn up about her father's absence.]

[nakedsingularity]

_{[What is she supposed to say to that? She can't lay claim to any kind of control or influence over some mutant ankle biter, and yet she can't rest easy thinking of her running around on her own. The conflict brings out her own default: a blunt harshness.]}

You're right, he's not here. Do you want to end up like him?

_{[Dead, at worst. Who knows. He's not around, that's the bottom line.]}

Just come back to the house. We'll figure something out.

[shoplifter]

I won't end up like him.
I won't sit in a cage, even if it is the size of a city.
I sat in one long enough.

I want to see what is down there.

[nakedsingularity]

Look, I'm not going to pretend I get what you've gone through or what you're going through, but I do know he wasn't IMMORTAL. And I'm betting neither are you.

[shoplifter]

Immortal enough.
I will just make sure my head is not ripped off.

[nakedsingularity]

Immortal enough isn't a thing.

What do you expect to find down there, puppies and rainbows?

[shoplifter]

I am going to help people not die.
There would be answers, too.

Logan could be down there.

[nakedsingularity]

_{[She really is Logan's kid.]}

If people are dumb enough to crawl in a hole that smells like death warmed over, they're asking for it. What matters is YOU not dying. I'm asking you to put some effort into that, okay? You're not a weapon, and you're not a canary in a mine.

_{[This is just-- it's terrifying. Logan vanishing, the sudden appearance of the hole, all of it. In Henry's internal combustion machine the feeling is transmuted into a frustration that has nowhere to vent.]}

He's not.

If he were here right now, what do you think he'd want you to do?

_{[Stay out of that goddamn pit, is what.]}

[shoplifter]

[There is a moment of quiet, like perhaps there is erasing and retyping going on...

A ray of hope, but soon dashed — ]

But he’s not here, is he?

I will be home late tonight.
Goodbye

[Feed disconnected.

Sorry, Henry; she’s a stubborn one. Isn’t taking care of super-powered traumatized angry children so fun?]

[nakedsingularity]

Oh yeah, sure. I'll just leave the light on, shall I?

_{[thANKS for reminding her why she's never having kids.]}