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Hi! I'm Skye.

[ Waving at the camera is Skye, hair pulled into a braid over one of her shoulders, long-sleeved shirt pulled down over her hands. ]

I guess some of you already know that. I mean, not just the people I know, but the people who I don't know I know 'cause I was here before. [ She shakes her head. ] Point being ...

I know we're all dealing with the same thing right now. These powers, manifesting out of nowhere. At first, I thought it was great. You idealize that sort of thing when you don't have it, but ... [ She bites down on her lower lip. ] I've seen some pretty messed up things since then. Not just seen, but felt. What it's like to be missing body parts, to smell my own flesh burning, to kill people. And I don't—

It's not a walk in the park for anyone, okay, I get that. I just want to know if anyone's found a way to, like, control it, or stop it.

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[He nods back in complete understanding.]

Yeah. Home is home.

[Home to him was about his brother, not the place he slept. A beat passes between them before he asks:]

Feel any better?

[ She thinks on it a moment, but nods, settling on agreement. ]

Think I'll make it.

Good. I'm glad.

[It makes him relax quite a bit, knowing she's alright.]

How about you try to send me something?

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