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[prince_of_beasts]

A synthesized woman's voice picks up the call.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. Two - Zero - Two - Nine - One - Eight - Two - One - Three - Two -- is not available now. At the tone, please record your message. When you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the # key for more options."

Dimitri hasn't figured out how to customize the thing yet.

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[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri discovers another precious feature of electronic communication. Namely, that it takes him a few shaky minutes to type his next message, but the end result is a neat, calm,

Excuse me. I need a moment.

He hurts too badly to curl up. Instead, he wraps his arms around his ribs and buries his face in the pillow.

He wants to argue. Goddess, he wants to argue. He wants to defend Felix. It's right for Felix to be afraid of him because any person with sense would be. Dimitri is afraid of himself. It's easy for Darcy to say she doesn't care when she hasn't heard people screaming in terror of him. Hasn't heard him laughing. He needs Darcy to understand that he cannot promise to stay because his life is not his own, it has been forfeit since the day he was born, and he is going to die violently and that day will come sooner rather than later.

But she won't listen. He can't make her listen and he is so tired of fighting and he is so tired of being like this.

A blanket like SecUnit's would be really nice right about now.

I'll apologize to Rich. I'm sorry again that I worried you both.

Thank you.

I don't know what else I can say that I haven't already.