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[mirrortouch]

[ It's not something that really ever becomes routine, it doesn't matter how often he wakes up someplace strange and uncharted. The voice on the line sounds about as scattered as he feels. ]

My name is Will Graham, it's- [ He's pulling back his sleeve to look for a watch that's not there. ] I don't have the time. I don't- I don't have the time.

[ Hang on, don't get too lost. ]

It's not clear to me exactly where I am, but- [ a dry laugh ] you probably already knew that. This isn't even my phone. But you probably knew that too.

[ He's missing details. He's missing plenty. His voice trails off for a short while before he can get his bearings enough to speak again, and even then it's almost unconsciously. ] I don't know. I don't know.

[ It's as if the fact that he has no idea sparks him back into the present. His voice grows more composed, if somewhat cracked. ] So if you're hearing this, if anyone is hearing this - [ is anyone hearing this? ] - any singular indication will be key.

[ Another beat. ]

I feel as though I've strayed a long, long way from home.

[ The air goes dead, and then so does the line. ]

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[deadly_ned]

Will. Honestly. It's not kindness, it's..survival in numbers. It's like living on the Serengeti. The lion prowls after the stragglers in the herd who are by themselves or fall behind. People who are by themselves are vulnerable.

...I was going somewhere with this. Something about collective trampling.

[mirrortouch]

And yet a fox can slaughter an entire hen house if it finds its way inside.

[ Strength in numbers, survival in numbers, he's familiar with the concept if not the execution of it. Even as Ned tells him he's vulnerable as is he can feel himself growing more resolute, stubborn on the matter. ]

I've already played the 'prey' role. [ The look he shoots Ned is a bit sharper, careful in what he says. ] He has scarred a proverbial flank, which means I can't [ won't? ] make a repeat performance so easily.

[deadly_ned]

We need to decide on better animal metaphors.

[Digby looks up at that from his position where he's practically crawled into Will's lap. Y'all can be dogs. Dogs are cool with him]

That's understandable.

I guess we just. Need to be people for now.

[mirrortouch]

He referred to me as a mongoose once. [ Which sounds silly out of context now, he realizes, but at the time - ] They're not bad metaphors, [ Ned's included, he knows consciously, ] it just all depends on the type of animal he finds himself at the time.

[ People. Will doesn't respond to that right away, busying himself with petting Digby, scrubbing his fingers behind the dog's ears with practiced ease. Digby's not his dog, but it doesn't make him any less of a comfort. ]

Is it strange I'm not sure what that qualifies as anymore?

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker can't help but grin a little bit at the 'mongoose' part. It was probably in a serious, solemn context, but now he's idly thinking of if there's ever an animal-related flood, whether Will's predictions will come true.]

He shapeshifts according to the situation. It's practically cheating.

[Digby is totally fine with these petting. He gives that sort of dog rumble that's equivalent to a purr, pressing his head further into Will's hand]

No.

Actually, for here, it's pretty normal.