"I'm Duo Maxwell. I'm still Duo Maxwell. They haven't take that yet. They can't."
"I got, knocked out of the time stream. Been, universe hopping, trying to get home, trying to find everyone else. We've been scattered, so bad. Fucke dup, this last one. Got entombed. Soild sandstone. no room to vent. No room to vent means, means I'll cook if I try to jump again, or if I just try to break free. Sensors say I'm deep, they say I'm really, really deep. I'm going to die here. I have died here."
And shaking laugh. "I can do this, really, fuck. My last words and I'm talking to myself but it's okay we're gonna make sure you don't know how that feels. Okay. I pulled out out of your world about, two months before everything broke and... "
"You don't need this," and the voice was suddenly almost curt. " I'm shutting off the oxygen in ten minutes. You don't need this. Look. My body will still be in here. Please take care of it. There are files, in our favorite toy here, you can look at them. There's still food, if you need it, med kits. It's well stocked. Mostly. Outta asprin, sorry."
A deep inhale. "You can do this, Duo. You're not alone. Not solo, not ever again, you don't forget that. You can't forget that. Even if you forget not to lie, and if you don't hide when you should, you got that? You're not alone."