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[Nico would prefer to just use the voice option and nothing else but he's not sure if people will recognize him by his voice alone, so he reluctantly uses the video option, looking none too pleased about... well, anything.]

I have a few things to say about recent events.

First, if anyone saw me playing or talking about a game called Mythomagic, it's a kids game and I don't play it anymore. I... used to [Reluctantly confesses] but I haven't for years so don't ask me if I have the cards or if I can teach you how to play because I don't and I can't.

Second, if I had any... personal conversations with you, I would appreciate it very much if you would please keep that information to yourself, thanks.

Third, who was responsible for that whole thing? [Because he would like to punch them in the face.] Having my memories messed with once before was already one time too many and I don't appreciate it happening again.

Last... I know it was completely fake but... I just... wanted to say thank you to the people I thought were my family... for being kind to me. So thank you. [That's just about the only good thing that happened, in his opinion. People were nice to him.

And now he's going to go do some tunnel exploring and let off some steam.]

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[Will knows you too well Nico. He's already got the bow and quiver Curufin made for him, as well as his ever present bag of medical supplies. And here is he headed? Toward you. Following the obvious trail of frost-killed grass and flowers. Feeling emotional Nico?]

Nico? Let me be your buddy?

[He kind of hoped being a giant dork and reminding him of home would help a little?]

The gods stink, we all know that. No matter where we go, it's the same thing. They're gods. Just all different flavors of ice cream, you know? Which flavor? This doesn't seem like Fear, Love or Sorrow. Rage and Delight are unreachable on some sort of mission. My bet is on either Hope, Tranquility or Confusion.

Nico?

[Will walked faster, worried about him.]

[He asked for her and anyone else not to publish or share anything about him with anyone else, so Brennan opts for sending him a private video message.]

You were my student. [...and they spoke while she was wearing that costume for the Science Dude's TV show.

Yeeeah let's not talk about that.

She doesn't smile, but she still comes across open and relaxed. It had been fake, but she still remembers what he said to her, and now she understands why she was so excited to hear about his career plans. Now she just needs to know if those are his real plans.]

In my real life, before I was brought here, I am a forensic anthropologist. I teach graduate level courses, so I suppose that is what inspired my false life. But what I mean to ask is if you really have considered a career in forensic anthropology, and if you do know bones as precisely as you did in the false city.

[She has interns who are that intelligent when it comes to bones. Nico reminded her of them, reminded her of how much she misses her real job, her colleagues, her friends. If these are indeed Nico's interests, then he will make someone an excellent intern someday. She would certainly hire him if his application crossed her desk.]

[The event ending has definitely made things a little confusing and weird for most people, so the point of this post is completely understandable. As one of those people who Nico had personal conversations, with Lance feels he should probably reply and reassure him.]

I won't mention anything.

[Although, perhaps more importantly--]

But even though I'm not actually a teacher, I am a psychologist. So if you ever wanted to talk again, you can contact me at any time.

[Just because things are back to normal doesn't mean this part of things has changed; he's still willing to listen and help as much as possible, only he's even more qualified to do so now.]

[It's not like she expects an honest answer here, but still.]

You okay? [No. The answer is no.]

What emotion do you feel most? I imagine that "god" is the one responsible. [Pretend that this is written very angrily, because it definitely is. So, you know, that's his guess.]

We are playthings to them. Perhaps they will offer platitudes, but they will be empty.

( how do you even recover from something like that? during the time it was all going on, he could have sworn he knew nico his whole life. that they had all grown up together. but none of it was real, and yet...

he frowns, before finally answering. )

Sorry. That was... some pretty messed up stuff.

I'm sorry, Nico. I... I really liked Mythomagic though, it looked like a lot of fun even though I didn't really get it.

( it was hard to put all of her feeling into words. she still remembers the brother she adored and fought so hard to protect in her own way. fourteen years of memories that were so vivid and bright and... they were all lies. it feels so strange to think on them now, think on everything that happened and talk to him now as they truly are.

absolute strangers. )

I know... I know what happened was terrible but I hope we can still be friends.

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