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[If Lacus had the energy to spare, the might sigh. The first concern of the men in her life is always who did it, and that makes her so sad.]
I'm... [she glances around, and comes up empty. 'In an apartment' is not much help. So she clicks the button on her communicator which will broadcast her location to him.]
Please... I want to go home. [Her voice is tearful enough that she dares not speak more. She'll tell him everything when she's surrounded by her own walls, all the things that remind her of the good times and people she's having trouble recalling just now, just please don't leave her alone another minute.]