[It is a sensitive topic. Having turned down Baku's offer of help, he still dreams badly, though the sharks are getting textured over with other things. They often have red hair.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org TO: baby.doll@cdc.org And you're going to get me killed, too. That was the idea all along. My God. [Speaking of sensitive topics.]
It would be fun. I don't know if you-know-who would be too impressed. Wherever he's got to.
[Starts with D, ends in R, six letters. Simon is relaxing out of his fear.]
[Mom? She doesn't blame him for that - Neheda somehow seems scarier than most, despite her human appearance. Odd, isn't it? Or maybe that makes it less odd. To think someone who appears human can do what she does. She's magnificent and terrifying in one, at least that's how Babydoll thinks of her. Saying that, she hasn't spoken with her enough either.]
FROM: baby.doll@cdc.org TO: wilson.simon@cdc.org
I'm not going to get you killed. I know how to drive, promise :D [It would appear so ... though it's only made worse by her learning emoticons. He Ming why did you start this.]
I don't know where he is either :( Not told. I think he'd understand.
[She has a lot of faith in him... which may ring alarm bells, but even so.]
[Mom, indeed. Simon, since that moment he fainted in the med rover, has been terrified of Neheda.]
I'd rather he never thought of me long enough to understand. I am a good little recruit. A cog in the machine. I'm a very good boy.
[He's going to get himself killed, if he keeps talking like that. And truth be told, he's crazily glad Dagger, who's faceless and furious and also terrifies him, is gone.]
[And, to Simon, that really is like the hand of God driving him. He's not happy; he doesn't like it; it is escaping from him in sour little moments like that. But there's nothing he can do—and certainly no reason she should fret about it.
Though he thinks she will anyway.]
Please don't worry. It was a joke, and not a good one. I'm an idiot. Did you really fall off your bike?
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TO: baby.doll@cdc.org
What can I say? The little shit took a few too many bites out of me when I hatched it.
Did they give you a helmet with that thing?
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TO: wilson.simon@cdc.org
It must really like you.
No helmet. It folds up though, so easy transportation.
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TO: baby.doll@cdc.org
I can't believe you don't have a helmet. You're going to be killed.
And I don't even get a go on it.
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TO: wilson.simon@cdc.org
I'll be fine, promise :)
I'm not sure if it fits two, but if it does we can have a ride.
[She almost says I didn't have a helmet when riding sharks but. Sensitive stuff right now.]
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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
TO: baby.doll@cdc.org
And you're going to get me killed, too. That was the idea all along. My God. [Speaking of sensitive topics.]
It would be fun. I don't know if you-know-who would be too impressed. Wherever he's got to.
[Starts with D, ends in R, six letters. Simon is relaxing out of his fear.]
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FROM: baby.doll@cdc.org
TO: wilson.simon@cdc.org
I'm not going to get you killed. I know how to drive, promise :D [It would appear so ... though it's only made worse by her learning emoticons. He Ming why did you start this.]
I don't know where he is either :( Not told. I think he'd understand.
[She has a lot of faith in him... which may ring alarm bells, but even so.]
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I'd rather he never thought of me long enough to understand. I am a good little recruit. A cog in the machine. I'm a very good boy.
[He's going to get himself killed, if he keeps talking like that. And truth be told, he's crazily glad Dagger, who's faceless and furious and also terrifies him, is gone.]
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But what is alarming is his reply.]
Simon?
[It's not natural. Nothing about that is natural, and that worries her.]
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I'm not being serious. Don't worry so much. Didn't I promise you I'd behave?
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Are you sure? I'm sorry I'm not still there.
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[And, to Simon, that really is like the hand of God driving him. He's not happy; he doesn't like it; it is escaping from him in sour little moments like that. But there's nothing he can do—and certainly no reason she should fret about it.
Though he thinks she will anyway.]
Please don't worry. It was a joke, and not a good one. I'm an idiot. Did you really fall off your bike?
assuming this is now um... after her accident
[They're both going to end up worrying about each other at this rate, honestly.]
But we killed some dragons.