[ phone audio ]

[struckout]

They killed him!!

[ Some time after the rather unfortunate message by Paul is cut off, it's this that pierces the network as a reaction, full of fury and horror and who knows what else from the utterly distraught Kallie who happened to witness it. Her voice is slightly echoing in a way that suggests she's still in her bathroom, but as for any visual, it's been days since she had the foresight to cover both cameras on her phone. Regardless, her tone should be more than enough to spell out her feelings on the matter...

Or in other words, spell out that she's right in the middle of being mired in sheer panic. Her breathing is rough and audible, but for a moment more it seems like her initial outburst is going to be the worst of what she has to say... up until her anger seems to focus again, voice rising even louder than before- ]

You!! Captain whatever!! What do you have to say for yourself?!

[ Nonsensical, perhaps, but her lashing out is more than furious enough to emphasize her point- with a distinct smash of something breaking before she continues. ]

Are you happy now?!

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[struckout]

[ She wants to get away, pulling her knees up closer to her body and pressing her face against them. Run and hide, just like he says. Futile. Pathetic. She continues tensing as his words keep biting into her.

And then that feeling pulses through her again, and for just a second, as she straightens and puts out her hands to steady herself, it feels like there's something beneath - or in - one of them. She glances down blearily, but there's nothing there on the floor beside her- nothing but two white feathers seeming to shine in the semi-darkness.

What does that mean? The logic of the matter pulls at her even in the midst of her upset. ]

What is wrong with you?

[ Her voice is still shaking but isn't hysterical anymore, stressed but dark with loathing. It doesn't matter if her initial accusation of this man doesn't hold up to sense... his words are acidic and wrong and, in that moment, she realizes that even if he hasn't turned on the lot of them already, he's going to eventually- ]

How do we know you won't go to them, selling us out to save your own hide? [ After all, he's already said it, just now: "I could make you less than nothing--" ] You're not from here, why don't you just get out?

[secondcomingof]

[ Loathing. A feeling he knows well, and even better now, consumed with it as he is as a result of that... that whatever which had invaded his mind, his presence, his sanity. The shift in her tone to a stinging bite gets him to reel from surprise. Most prey, once subdued, didn't fight back, so having fire flung in his face burns. He sounds appropriately rattled by it, once he gathers himself enough to respond. ]

I... it wouldn't do me any good. [ Casval isn't brave. He never was, not after that day. Now is when his cowardliness shines through. ] I'm stuck like the lot of you.

[ Paralyzed. Too afraid to move. Confined by the memories that aren't his. He refuses to believe they're his. He shudders, hoarsely sputtering along. ]

Y-you're not the only one feeling betrayed, you know. So don't go pitying yourself too much. It's pathetic.

[struckout]

[ By now her head is really hurting - from dehydration, most likely, but this encounter isn't helping. It's only her phone lying haphazardly on the floor, but she turns away from him anyway... and scoffs at his words. No, she doesn't believe for a second that he can't just take the option of leaving. Nobody's thought to prove a range for the network as far as she knows, but considering everyone seems to be from or near Locke City, surely it must exist... ]

I'm not running away.

[ She's quieter still, but bolstered by a weird sense of determination as her disdain hardens. Calling her pathetic? This time it only bounces off her anger, unimportant against the full certainty she's holding now that this man is irretrievably dangerous. ]

Stay away from me. [ And, stronger: ] Stay away from the kids.