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[mightiswright]

"You've reached the Wright guy. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Maybe."

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[handwringing]

I just want to know if you have any information to add to what we already know. Jaime Reyes and I have been talking about it. We both know it was a imPort, probably a man. That he can control your body and tamper with your memories. Do you know anything more than that?

[mightiswright]

Whoever it is, the police will find him. [ He's not going to risk being the instigator of vigilantism, even if Yomiel totally deserves it. So avoiding the question it is! ]

Then we'll all know who... and why.

[handwringing]

...They haven't been doing a very good job of that so far.

[She doesn't mean to sound skeptical, but she is.]

I hope you're right.

[mightiswright]

( I hope so too. )

[ He can't blame her for being skeptical, seeing as there's already so much of them in here. ]

They'll never win the award for speediest response, but they'll get the job done in the end. [ For all their sakes... ]

[handwringing]

Alright. Maybe they'll surprise me.

Thank you. For, um, talking to me. [This and every other time.]

[mightiswright]

Don't mention it.

By the way... how's your power problem going?

[handwringing]

[Ummm...]

Well... my cell is completely coated in ice, if that gives you any idea.

[She's made her own furniture in lieu of the bunk that's now a frosty block of ice.]

[mightiswright]

[ Yes, that certainly gives him an idea... And also explains why it's so cold in here. ]

How does a practice session after we get out of here sound?

[handwringing]

[Sorry :( ]

...I'm not sure if that's the best idea.

[He can't see, but she's biting her lip in lieu of being able to wring her hands together.]

I don't want to... hurt you, or anyone else.

[mightiswright]

[ It's okay, he had his fire powers! ]

You won't, I promise. [ He says it gently but with conviction. ]

[handwringing]

[That only makes her feel a little better.]

Thank you, but... I'll think about it.

[She's pretty sure she's not going to take him up on it, but things change.]

[mightiswright]

You do that. The offer's on the table, whenever you want to take it.

[ He hopes she finds someone to talk this out with, with him or otherwise. Bottling this kind of thing up... it can only end one way. ]

[handwringing]

Thank you, Mr. Wright.

[After she hangs up, she'll keep thinking about it. And eventually take him up on it, in time.]