( 001 ❱❱ VIDEO )

[coarse]

[The device clicks on the video recorder to reveal a pale man, tired but fully aware. There's always a sense of restlessness and a weight in his eyes that not even the technology of this ship could rid him of, but his current situation doesn't quite invite a lighthearted mood to begin with, does it.

He's been lost, confused for someone else, drifted away from the crowds and dealt with a headache he couldn't control, all the while trying to place a name on the idea that there was someone he was missing. Several hours later Bass has checked the network and tried to use his abilities to make sense of this situation and find out what happened to that someone -- Bonnie.

The tone is deliberately careful and his sentences slow.]

I need to know why we're here. The prophet couldn't do this. The sulfurs couldn't do this, either. [Way too fucking elaborate for a problem that could've been solved by just shooting him in the head.] So I need to know what you want, and I need to know what you did to my sister.

More importantly, I need to know that she's okay. [A beat. Suddenly he doesn't sound so careful anymore, tension growing in his voice.] Because if she's not, you're going to be in very, very deep shit.

[Silence. Having said that, Bass takes on a new expression, brows knitting only slightly, message carrying a much more personal purpose.]

Bonnie, if you can see this -- just say something. [She should know what he means: Call for me, even if it's just in your thoughts.] I'll find you.

[Click.]

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[coarse]

I didn't mean me, but being around other people might be a good idea. [Never mind he'd say the exact opposite to his sister. But she doesn't do too well in a crowd.] Most them seem safe enough.

[Because it'd be creepy if you just offered it yourself, Bass.]

[majestyofthethrone]

I'll have to go out soon enough. I guess I can use my device to talk. I really just want my slate, though.

[coarse]

Your slate?

[majestyofthethrone]

I have a slate at home to talk with.

I guess that makes more sense if you know that I can't speak.

[coarse]

... Does make a little more sense, yeah.

[She wouldn't be the first he met who had to find ways around the silence, most of them with throats damaged either by monsters or sulfurs.]

Have you always been like that?

[majestyofthethrone]

No.

I was fifteen.

[coarse]

... How did it happen?

[Inappropriate question, Bass! But he figures that if she doesn't want to answer, she won't answer.]

[majestyofthethrone]

How about I tell you after we know each other better.

[coarse]

Why not.

[Pause.]

I'm gonna go now.

Take care of yourself, Sera.

[majestyofthethrone]

You too, Mr. Bass.