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Tony:

I know we don't know each other too well, but you seem charming. Don't make getting blown up a habit.

Are you alright? Are they treating you well?

I can't come visit, but I'll keep you in my thoughts. I'd pray for your good recovery, but if I ever did believe in a God he's clearly not worthy or the title.

Lydia:

...Are you okay? I should've checked on you yesterday after.

Well. You know.

If you ever need a hand, or a shoulder, or an ear you know where to find me.

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Thanks. I'll try not to, I promise.

[ are they treating him well? That's a bit of a loaded question, considering the electromagnet that is now embedded into his chest. But dropping something like that over the network isn't something he really wants to do, so he goes with the easy answer instead. ]

Yeah, I'm okay. I should be out tomorrow.

No problem, it's appreciated anyway. Take care of yourself, Morgana.

That's good, because they'd be pretty pissed at me if I stole some... attractive greenery for your "grave". I'm not sure we have flowers.

That soon? I heard it was pretty bad... [Morgana may have been absentee friending aside from spending time with Steve, but she still listened to the grapevine like a hawk watching a mouse for any sudden movements.]

I always do. And I suspect the golden boy would magically appear out of nowhere if I was about to do otherwise anyway. He has that sort of timing.

You should get some sleep, I'll find you when you're out.

Ha, yeah probably. Don't worry, I'll do my best to not put you in that predicament.

It was, but the healing rate seems to be pretty fast around here. Had surgery to patch me up yesterday [ Literally, too ] and I should be at least well enough tomorrow to ditch this place.

The golden boy?

Alright, sounds good.

...there's not much surgery you'd survive in my home.

Steve. Lucky number 27. Really tall, wider than my horse, actually might be a sentient wall in a human costume if how solidly built he is is anything to go on. He's a friend, I'm sure you'll have seen him, he's kind of everywhere.

From what you've mentioned, I believe you.

Ah, right. Yeah, I know who you're talking about. He's someone I actually know from home. 'Golden boy' is very fitting.

...You know Steve??? From home??????? He didn't mention you, but then he is busy...

But uh, yeah, sleep. Be good. Gossip tomorrow.

I do, yeah. And it's okay, I wouldn't have expected him to.

See you soon.

Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?

...yeah, I know...

Thank you, I appreciate that, sweetie. That goes both ways.

I'm not the one who was hauled off to the dungeons before dawn. I really should've checked on you sooner, I swear I used to be better at this whole making friends thing.

But I'm glad you're alright. I wish there was more to do.

It wasn't so bad as much as it was just really annoying. It's okay, though, don't feel bad hon.

Alright. I've had some less than stellar experiences with being dragged away for "questioning" in my... former home, I wouldn't want someone to suffer that same fate.

or whatever they did to her.

They didn't literally drag me or anythin. I was exhausted and they were pretty abusive as far as the repetition and the lack of concern that had for me or my feelings, but I was a little more worried about telling a good story to keep Root safe. It could've been worse. They could've actually managed to break me down and made me slip up and I would've been right in there with her, if for no other reason than Gucci. That would've been the least of my worries.

Whatever they took her away for, it's not half as bad as what she was really up to. ...I still worry about what happens when people get arrested. Even Matt doesn't know; I've asked. But he's working to defend her, I know that was a thing last time I talked to him, so I hope it's still true. He'll get her a milder sentence, he's really good.

...do you actually think she's still alive?

[That message takes a while in coming, as Morgana reads and rereads what Lydia said. Matt wasn't someone she had ever spoken too, really, but if there was a chance that Root was alive and he could have her spared she'd have to get him the biggest bowl of fresh fruit she could steal, beg or barter for.]

I feel like they kill them... but if she's still alive. If there's a chance. [Root was both of their friends, more or less, but it felt more than friendship, the way the idea of her being dead or suffering coiled around her heart and threatened to choke it.

Could she be alive? Was the computer that forgiving? Surely Root wasn't pulled away like that for something mild, it had to have discovered something else she had done — and she was always doing something.]

Tony was alive. Allison was, too.

( She has to tell herself that the same is true for Root; for Ray. Because if it isn't, she's not sure she can handle that loss. The bond forced between she and Ray when their memories had leaked into one another's subconscious minds leaves her feeling a void inside herself in his absence that she doesn't understand and can't explain. Thinking he's locked up hurts less than thinking he's dead. )

...Tony was here before? Does he remember? I knew he looked familiar.

[While she was happy to grasp at Lydia's particular set of straws, to be honest, Morgana didn't feel hopeful about the situation. Finding Roots things in the HQ, there but untouched, not seeing her look up from some project and tease Morgana for looking like she'd seen a ghost when she had burst through the doors, it had a sort of... finality to it. It sat wrong, more wrong than being in gaol, more wrong than a dungeon or torture or any of that.

It reminded her of when her father had died, hundreds of miles away from her and yet still she smelt the tang of blood on the air.]

They both have been and neither of them remembers. But they were both here before.

But if she doesn't remember.

or never comes back at all. [What's the point???] I wish I was less useless. I never thought I could be more useless than when locked away in a castle but who knew.

If that happens, then you help her remember. If she doesn't come back, Morgana, maybe that means they've sent her home.

( For better or worse, she supposes. )

It sucks, but there's kind of not a whole lot we can do, you know? Except miss her. At least you're in good company with your uselessness. You're not alone.

Maybe. [Sometimes she wishes hope wasn't such a stranger to her, because she could use some right now.]

Root was teaching me some things, though a lot of it might as well have been ancient Sumerian. Though I supposed to be fair she seemed to think the same about stories of questing beats and unicorns and magic as I did about all this technology.

You're incredibly bright though, Lydia. I think you could outlast almost all of us.

It's not about being smart though, Morgana, that's just it. It's about using your strengths in an adaptable way. Root was using her computer skills. I use my prowess with chemistry. There's got to be something you're good at that you just haven't thought of a new way to utilize in this particular setting. You're gonna be fine, honey.

Yeah.

Don't worry, I'm not feeling sorry for myself it's just. Well... Don't worry, I'll work it out.

Stay safe, Lydia.

You too, Morgana.

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