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[tinkerhell]

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[tinkerhell]

assuming there is anything left.

do what you want.
but consider yourself warned.
i'll kill you again.
and i will kill her too.

[mylawn]

It doesn’t have to be like this.

[tinkerhell]

you're right.
it doesn't.
ball's in your court, jack.

[mylawn]

What do you want from me? An apology?

[tinkerhell]

[This is kind of pathetic. He might be enjoying it.]

what are you going to apologize for?

[mylawn]

I'm not sure where it all went wrong. I wasn't there for you when it mattered, I guess. Still don't understand why you're doing this.

[tinkerhell]

[...huh. That's almost an actual apology. It doesn't mean he's going to accept it -- he was in far too deep, and leaving him to his current state of being wasn't something Jack could just apologize away.]

nobody was there when it mattered.

[And to make sure he isn't tempted to reply again, he slides the TAB across the floor to the other side of the room.]

[mylawn]

[dont worry there are still texts in the void]

Everything we went through means nothing to you?

[tinkerhell]

[The void can keep them. At least he's got bitterness to keep him company.]