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[powerhungry]

And here I'd thought the restaurant might keep you busy.

[castos]

nly 1/2 the day

must b hard 4 you unless yur planning 2 overthrow our hosts.

[powerhungry]

[ Again, he hesitates. You betrayed me. Refused me. Perhaps they'd come to some kind of understanding, Vander and that version of him who'd been here before, but he's on the outside, looking in, sifting through the abbreviated words on his phone for any clue as to what he's meant to make of this. He feels a spike of something like anger — is this supposed to be a joke? — twinned by the itch of something like curiosity that Vander would bring such an idea up to him at all. ]

No harder than what came before, wouldn't you say?

[castos]

not so sure abo ut that

[Distant observations of what has transpired around him. Death, rebirth, strange magic and stranger people. Piltover’s leaps and bounds multiplied, in some ways.

After a moment, he follows up with: ] can i c all? damn thing s too smll

[ This may be ill-advised. There had been a truce made between them, but nothing else. A simple understanding of one thing in common, no matter Silco’s anger, and no matter Vander’s still fresh grief.

He’s lost four children. In a blink of an eye -

He’s lost everything. Almost everything, anyway. The weight of it has been suffocating him from the moment he opened his eyes on the first day.]

[powerhungry]

[ For a long moment, there's nothing. No ellipsis, no response.

Maybe it's for the best, despite the way it makes his blood run cold. It'd be impossible to avoid Vander completely, here, not when space is so limited, not when he works with Jinx. Better to rip the bandage off, establish— something.

(He remembers the way Vander had looked, in those terrible final moments. The sound of his voice. It's less that he worries that Vander will have changed than he wonders if his memories have, warped and faded by the years.)

Finally: ]

Call.

[ It's not an empty promise — he picks up on the third ring. ]