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[ He barely remembers how he got home. When it hit, it hit so hard and everything since then has just been one steady stream of torment, easing up just enough so he can keep himself functional and barely that. Feeding is out of the question, the burn of his soul filling him with nauseous guilt that not even the demon can beat and so he just wanders, squirms, smokes when he can but not much more than that.

The communicator has been mostly left alone since last night and it's the desire to see if Jack is gloating yet that makes him catch her message in stereo. He pushes himself up to stand, pulling himself together enough to wander out to her. ]

You're talking to them.

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