( 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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Comments

[coarse]

You've got 'brainwashed' written all over you.

[Blunt again. He could have it confirmed if he picked up her thoughts. And that's why he doesn't really like the network system's limitations very much.]

No offense.

[wont]

[ Blunt again. Too blunt this time and too close to the bone. Alayne smiles thinly, though not unkindly. (She's good at lying.) And though it is sarcasm with which she speaks, her voice is not harsh, simply sad. ] It is a comfort to see that offers of aid do not go without proper reward, even in this place. [ You should not offer kindness to strangers, she chastises herself. It wins you nothing, in the end. Father was right. ]

I wish you luck in your search for your sister, Bass. I will be sure to make mention of you, if ever our paths happen to cross.

[ And with that, she disconnects. ]

[coarse]

[His eyes are narrowed as her answer progresses and concludes, no intention of interrupting or asking the girl for an opportunity to defend his viewpoint after she's done. There's no room for kindness where he comes from, Alayne, only things worth fighting for with everything you've got.

That's why he's finding a way out.]