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[He has code set up to work with his existing program. It follows the people he's dedicated to and interested in; it monitors their health and tracks their lifesigns. So when she vanishes, he hears about it, even though there's no traces left.
[He lifts a hand slowly to his communicator, and then pauses. He's on his way to prepare for his plans, but he pauses, putting his back to a tree and slowly sliding down to the ground, pressing the hand to his face and clenching his teeth. Shirley.
[And he's relieved. Filled with a wild sense of gratitude. If she's gone -- then he doesn't have to tell her. He doesn't have to end it. If she ever comes back, she might not even remember. And maybe she won't come back -- she shouldn't come back. But he's glad, desperately, disgustingly glad that she's gone and he doesn't have to wonder what to say to her.
[...he's a coward.
[After a few long beats, he reaches up to turn on the communicator, but he still doesn't move.]
[private // kallen] ...Kallen. Shirley's gone.
[after a beat] I'd appreciate it if you'd see to it that Nana's taken care of if you'd rather not look after her by yourself.