2.6/ text/ maybe my heart's not made of stone

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filtered from Carlisle;

Someone want to tell me how to make a phylactery?

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private.

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( Fine oh my god.

Kate you'd do exactly the same thing if your friends were asking about dangerous power play. )

Tear in the soul. Running out of time. First thing in months that actually sounds like it might stop it.

private.

[restinglichface]

[there. now we're getting somewhere.]

not you tho
right?

private.

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( Kate doesn't want to place Carlisle's name to this, not for a decision she made (one which she quickly came to regret, and yes, she does realise that she should have asked things differently, but realising and admitting that are two entirely separate things), but at the same time she can't lie about something like that. It's too obvious. )

No. Not saying who. But not me.

private.

[restinglichface]

[thats fair. as long as it isnt kate, at least some of the tension in lup's shoulders disappears.]

i can chitchat with bar about alternatives
but your pal is gonna have to come to us if you want this to work

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( Hmm... She trusts Lup on this, though Carlisle might be less amicable about the whole idea. )

See what I can do.

private.

[restinglichface]

lemme know
well do what we can

private.

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Alright.