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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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[mirrortouch]

[ Comforting. ]

Yes, thank you - for the warm welcome, but it's not actually my first time. I'm - [ Firmer: ] No, I'm sorry, nobody's exactly told me what I've been charged with yet.

[halfofeverything]

Nor will they. I have no idea why I'm here, either.

How did you- [die? nah he'll go for the softer approach] What's the last thing you remember?

[mirrortouch]

Why's that?

[ A tangle of hair within his fingers, a cacophony of screams, music to his ears, percussive and sharp shots in the air, he thinks he knows - ]

Trying to get a jump start on the healing process?

[halfofeverything]

I'm not a warden. The healing process, in my experience, is best done without any navel gazing. I ask simply because I'm trying to find patterns here. If there are any.

[mirrortouch]

Then I think you know that your role as an inmate can have just as hefty a role in the changing tables here.

Routine and I have kind of - had a nasty split, I'm not sure how much pattern there is to glean here any longer.

[halfofeverything]

Of course. But it sounds so positive when you say it.

What sort of 'split'? You're into anarchy now?

[mirrortouch]

[ That's Will Graham. Eternal optimist. ]

I'm "into" justice. I want to feel righteous, as though I have done right by the world. [ It's a bit vehement, purposeful. ]

And there are far, far too many inconsistencies clouding my days for said routine. Layering over the facade of normalcy.