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[eba02]

"You got Jeremy Stone. Drop me a line an' I'll get back to you."

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[interstellarebels]

I can't explain that, okay? If you knew the answer it would make sense, but you don't and you can't, so just-

[They make a sound of frustration like they are cutting themselves off.]

I can't do anything. That's what's now. They're...basically already gone.

[eba02]

...I don't know how to help you.

[It's quiet, and simple - he knows Silver is frustrated, but unfortunately, that's all he has right now.]

I'm sorry.

[interstellarebels]

I know you can't. Dumbass.

[They take a moment to straighten out their voice.]

I never thought you could.

[eba02]

[...he doesn't know who else to talk to. Right.]

Just needed a voice on the other end of the line, huh.

[interstellarebels]

[That much is obvious now, even without saying. Silver laughs, though it's sad and bitter.]

You're pretty much the judge and jury now, J. It doesn't matter what you do, it matters what you think.

[eba02]

Thanks for not addin' executioner to that list.

[There's no bite to it, but Silver might be able to hear his wry grin. That was a fun night for everyone.]

Honestly, when it comes to you two, I dunno what to think anymore. I thought you hated me, an' here you are callin' me to talk. I trusted Gold, an' he threw me under the bus. I got nothin'.

[interstellarebels]

Well, I do kind of hate you a little bit.

[At least they are honest.]

[eba02]

Love you too, buddy.