[network] @beyonce | day 430 | Don't Hurt Yourself | audio [open]

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[There's the sound of breathing and boots crunching through snow -- this is one of those feeds created on the move, it would seem. When Stephen speaks, his voice is lighter, easier than it had sounded for a long while before his death. It's like a burden has been lifted from him, but there's something wry in his tone, too.]

You can count me back among the living. Or I can, when I sit down and catch up.

[Haha census humor. The lightness drains from his voice as he turns to more painful and worrying matters.]

I've been catching up on some of what I missed...it looks as though I'm not the only one who's learned first hand how dangerous our counterparts can be. The one that killed me was able to access the bunker; I don't know if someone let him in or if he'd stolen a tablet. I'd found a key card and a microchip I believe might grant access to the remaining locked room there, but they're not among my supplies now. If anyone found them...please. Please let me know. If that thing has them....

Gabriel, Vanitas. I'm sorry I left you, and I hope the fact that your names haven't been posted since mine was means you didn't follow in my footsteps. And Peter? You're an idiot. That goes for both of you.

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Not in the slightest. Not when it comes to this. He's made that abundantly clear.

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Well, for whatever it’s worth, I’m on your side.

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...I appreciate that.

[Surprisingly, he finds he does. It shouldn't count for anything; she doesn't know any more than the rest of them...but he'd done what he'd fully believed was the only right thing available to him.]

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[ She smiles, glad she at least didn’t make things any worse. ]

Hang in there.

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[He blows out a sigh, not sure if he feels relief but...something. There's something.]

You too.