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[breadmuffs]

I, ah, hello. This is Caleb Widogast. I will contact you as soon as I am able.

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[truthisvicious]

And you're an expert are you?

[breadmuffs]

Yes.

[Caleb pauses, reads back what they've already said, and realizes he needs to clarify:]

I don't mean escaping here, though it seems as if that may also be nearly impossible.
I mean your aims in Cognuza. They won't come to fruition.

[truthisvicious]

Taken up divination in our time apart?

[breadmuffs]

Not quite.
But I've lived things that you haven't yet, I believe.

[truthisvicious]

If you're going to give me a revelation then do it. Or don't.
Being coy is well and good but I doubt this teasing is going to lead anywhere.

[breadmuffs]

Fine then.

We fought you in Cognuza.
You died.

[truthisvicious]

[There's no immediate response. Then:]

Well.
It was always a possibility.

[The nice thing about texting is it's hard to tell whether or not there's an existential crisis happening on the other end.]

[breadmuffs]

[That's...not the reaction Caleb expected.]

Yes.
So perhaps it's better for you here.

[truthisvicious]

Would you say that to anyone else?
You didn't arrive here with a bloody line down your throat, did you?

If I die then I'll fucking die on my terms.

[breadmuffs]

I might, depending on their circumstances.

[He's honestly not lying...though of course Lucien has a point about the mark and what it means. It's easier for Caleb to say and maybe if he did have a mark he wouldn't.

Maybe.]

[truthisvicious]

Aren't you the picture of honesty.

[breadmuffs]

You think I'm lying?

[truthisvicious]

No, I'm making a snide comment regarding "depending on their circumstances"

[breadmuffs]

I see.

Well. In any event.

[truthisvicious]

I hope you're not waiting for me to thank you.

[breadmuffs]

I'm not.

[...Actually, though, he doesn't know how exactly to end this conversation. Saying anything polite would really seem...impolite.

So. He doesn't say anything else at all.]