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[Tablet issues or not, Beckett has questions he needs answered. The knowledge that he might have just made a concious choice to let Brian go is haunting. And he has only one place to go with it.]

Tim. Have you heard anything from Brian tonight? I think he might have been hurt. Or killed. Not a great surprise, I'm sure. He's your friend, after all - that does tend to happen to them, doesn't it?

[ WHOA. W H O A. Yeah okay Beckett is a prickly motherfucker, but whoa. ]

lmao ok first of all fuck you buddy
like things around here aren't shitty enough without your input
brian's been tattling I guess
looks like I'll have to push him out a window again if he's still kicking
maybe this time it'll stick
anyway nah
he's not talking to me atm
ark stuff, tim is a liar, etc etc
the usual
thx for helping w/that btw
real nice of you to take a guy by the hand and pull him away from his own humanity like that
teach him your ways
let him know that finding a bunch of ephemeral bullshit nobody cares about defs takes precedence over his own happiness or sense of self
but w/e you'd know all about trying to discard all that
right thomas
wink wink

[As soon as he finishes reading the message, Beckett knows that something is wrong. Deeply, catastrophically wrong. He knows Tim can't be saying this, can't be knowing this. But the words are there in front of his eyes, and his vision feels briefly tilted sideways, like a blow to the head.

No one's called him Thomas in centuries. Anatole hadn't, and Lucita hadn't even known. Aristotle never called him that, and Aristotle called him "boy" and "my childe" and whatever other names made Beckett feel perpetually like a fledging but he'd taken with love nonetheless. The name doesn't even mean anything anymore. It's just, just -

Just like being reached into, under the skin, the muscles, the ribs - ]

Do you rea

Can

Can you read what you just wrote?

[That's all he can manage, and even that he needs to start and start again, because steadying his hand takes conscious effort. Once that comes through, though, the tablet is happy to pick up for him.]

Though perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that you no longer seem to care very much. It isn't as though you could do anything to help him, considering how your last attempt ended... that is, you could just give up and let our mutual friend in the mask take the wheel. Life would be so much easier for everyone. Granted, Jay might be a little upset, but maybe it is time he got the excuse he needed to get away from all this madness.

what in GODDAMN HELL is your damage
yes I can read it
did I say something wrong
do you prefer tom? tommy? idk man work with me here
you know
it'd be funny if it weren't so sad tbh
you act like you know your shit and that brian's ~true calling~ is finding the ark
the answers
you pretend you understand
I've got news for you sherlock, you don't
but It understands YOU
It Sees you
It Knows you
It is Always Watching and when it whispers to me about these things do you know what it does
it *laughs.* like it genuinely thinks you're the funniest shit
looking for the truth about the beginning while denying the end even as it was happening right in your face
like
come on
lmao

[ Tim, of course, types nothing while this is spewed across Beckett's screen. He's too busy trying to keephis own hands from shaking, popping a pill and dry-swallowing it at he fights against a bout of distressed coughing. When he finally manages to form the rest of his response, none of it comes through. ]

don't you DARE say I don't give a damn
he sneaks around, he steals from me, he got jay killed
he wants me replaced with that masked FREAK
just like he hopped on in to fill the brain mulch left behind by the first friend I ever had
the first person to EVER GIVE A *FUCK*
and I still just want him to be safe and happy
fuck you and fuck him for thinking otherwise
say what you want I'm not leaving jay to deal w/this on his own
fuck
you

Edited 2016-03-05 19:05 (UTC)

It's not possible. It can't be. Brian, Tim, even Jay, they'd all told him about the thing that haunts them, but it wasn't this. Beckett struggles to think, but it's like wading through ice water, a sensation he's intimately familiar with now. Is Tim really saying all these things, does he really know them, or is this just in his head somehow - just the logical next step of descent into madness?]

What did it tell you? What do you know about what I was searching for? How is it that

if brian knows why didnt he tell me?

[Even he can see the logic breaking down, but there's no logic here, anyway. It all may as well be meaningless. Everything else had been.

He can't type properly. He has to stop, put his head in his hands, remember that he needs to breathe these days.]

Some friend he's turning out to be. We'll have to have a little talk if I find him alive - I do so hope he has enough nerve endings left for me to make the most of. I'll be sure to give him your regards before I get down to business. You know, make sure he knows about how you got him in trouble with something beyond both your power and then failed to save him. Again.

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@Mnemosyne; voice; day 91, night; here have some horribleness takeout delivered hot

finally gets to this a million years later THANKS VICODINGATE

WORTH THE WAIT OMFG

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