tenth. text. (and if you leave me, rest assured it would kill me.)

[torrefied]

[He's put off doing this notification as long as he can, hoping against hope that she'll turn up again, that her physical absence and alias's disappearance from the directory are mistakes, that there is another explanation waiting to be found. But it's been three long days, and no sign of her. She has friends, and they probably deserve to know, too.]

Sharon's gone.

[Yes, he's upset. No, he doesn't want to talk about it.]

I'm taking over maintenance of her emergency supply cache network, but I could use some help.

[Grieving? What grieving, there's work to be done.]

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[text]

[torrefied]

[He's alternating between being overwhelmed with pain and falling back into complete numbness, and honestly, it's tiring. So he doesn't have the energy to fight Nick.]

Thank you. I'd appreciate the help - I don't want her work to be neglected.

[text]

[synthedick]

It won't be. We'll make sure of that.

[Mello might not think much of Nick and the Guard, but that's a promise he intends to keep.]

[text]

[torrefied]

I believe you.

[Which is possibly the nicest thing he's ever said about Nick, or the Guard.]

[synthedick]

[Nick leaves it at that, but not because that is definitely the nicest thing Mello has ever said about him or the Guard -- he knows how hard it is to lose someone, especially someone you truly cared for. He's going to need time to handle it, and having an old synth texting him sympathetic platitudes won't help.

But he'll be keeping an eye out for you, Mello, as he does for so many. They're all in this together, whether they like it or not.]

[torrefied]

[Thanks, Cave Robo-Dad. Maybe someday Mello will be a mature enough adult to actually voice his appreciation for it.]