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Ash's Inbox

[ there's a long moment of silence. Then: ]

Don't waste my time.

[ beep! ]

Is that all you have to say to me? To even achieve this minimum level of communication, of independence, I had to gut myself, tear out and rearrange all of my insides. And you say that I don't know because I've never had the luxury of losing a 'friend?' That fleshy body of yours can rot.

A friend is someone you can depend on. [ She states it, simply. ] Someone you can trust. Everyone deserves to have at least one person like that, no matter who they are.

[ And her voice becomes just a little bit tired. ] And the pain of losing someone like that isn't anything you can imagine until you've experienced it, Ash.

Haven't you had anyone who cared?

Don't you dare talk down to me, you worthless piece of trash. And don't ask me questions I've already answered. All you're doing is wasting my time.

[ This conversation is going nowhere fast, and yet-- ]

Then why are you still listening to me?

[ What are you, Ash, 12? But she's still frowning thoughtfully when the line goes dead.

Don't worry. She'll call you again... soon. ]

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