[It's shapeless, at first, just a graze of sharp ringing followed by very weighted silence. When she manages to form sensible thoughts and extend them to him, she's warm, grateful, and nervous.]
He's my only friend. I'm not sure if you could find him either. I don't know where to start.
[Then a swell of sound, tremulous but desparate, rushing into his head like a tide.]
I'm scared. I'm lonely and it's hard, I don't know what I can do. I miss him so much but I can't go, she'll stop me, and it would be dangerous if I got away, he wouldn't want me to get there, and I don't want him to worry. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
Tone it down, idiot! We don't all speak psychic shit or whatever! Sounds like he fucking ditched you anyway, course he didn't tell you where he was going.
[Which does all sound correct from Zach's view, but fucking assholes, he didn't mean to speak to her like that. The knowledge only serves to make him angry, which makes him redden, which makes him angrier.]
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Oi! [SHAKES HEAD, FGDSHJ] Is that you? That's crazy! Fuck that! You're messing with me!
[B-but don't worry Cyrel he sounds more FLUMMOXED than actually angry.]
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[She looks down, then away for a moment, wringing her hands.]
You can see why it might be a problem.
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Any reason I can't help you out? Who is this guy, anyways?
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He's my only friend. I'm not sure if you could find him either. I don't know where to start.
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[And rubs his ears for a moment as though that will clear the sound-words from his head.]
Are you serious? How can you have no idea where this guy is if he's your only friend or whatever?
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[There's a withdrawal, and when she sounds to him next, the volume is quite reduced. She looks down.]
He had to go. He wasn't able to tell me where.
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I'm scared. I'm lonely and it's hard, I don't know what I can do. I miss him so much but I can't go, she'll stop me, and it would be dangerous if I got away, he wouldn't want me to get there, and I don't want him to worry. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
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[Which does all sound correct from Zach's view, but fucking assholes, he didn't mean to speak to her like that. The knowledge only serves to make him angry, which makes him redden, which makes him angrier.]
Get better friends next time!