Old Game Inboxes.

[shoplifter]

 

(OLD INBOX FOR RIVERVIEW AND DEERINGTON)

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[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.]}