[Voice]

[espigeonage]

[Dated to within hours of Wise Snake's demise. There are a couple seconds of nothing but his very deep slow breaths before Julien speaks. He sounds weary and ragged, with hollow trembling notes in some of his vowels.]

I guess this is goodbye, Numbers Club. See, I made plans to leave if I got too pulsed up to look human anymore, and. [paaause] Yeah. I'm sorry. I can't really help anyone like this, anyway. I can't-

My sister can put me up, out west. She agreed to it, I called her and everything. -I would like to see my niece again. [okay trying to focus] Um, Tater, I showed you where the outside key is, you can get someone to let you in. People who work at the LSR... I think I was recognized. -I know I was. So the cops might know. I'm sending Aaron a voicemail about that, we set up plans, but for you, just, if they talk to you, I'm some weirdo who worked there and had nothing to do with you, okay?

[Deep, deep breath.] Can I get someone to drive me out of the city? And get just the stuff I really need from my apartment? There's a motel out of the bounds where I've booked a room. I know, short notice, but I don't want the city border getting clamped down first. Things are still messy right now. It should be possible.

Please be safe. Everyone.

[This is not going to work quite as planned.]

Comments

[charcoalfeather]

But... but you cant just leave!

What if... what if something bad happens?

[espigeonage]

Something has, Rakka - I can't be this way. I'm sorry, I know it's selfish - but I can't help anyone like this anyway.