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It was shit, as most of them are.

What do you need?

Do I have to need something to want to check in with you?

Most people don't call on me for my social charms.

Do I seem like most people to you?

No one here seems like most people.

So you really just called to see how I was doing.

Yes, Trevor. I wanted to know how you were doing after the breach. And to let you know I haven't killed anyone with my knives yet.

I'm very proud of you. Good job.

But seriously, how are you doing?

Seriously? About the same as any other day. Which is to say, one day closer to fucking oblivion.

Sorry - like I said, no social charms.

[Oh Trevor, this is catnip to her; she is instantly more drawn to you because of this.]

That bad, huh. Are you safe?

[he has to chuckle]

What a fucking question.

I mean are you safe from yourself. Are you suicidal?

[and abruptly, his tone changes]

Seriously?

Yes, seriously.

No, I'm not. What the fuck kind of idiot is suicidal in a place where death is broken?

Depression isn't logical. I could totally see it happening.

I'm not going to fucking kill myself. Where did you even get that idea?

When someone starts talking about oblivion, it's worth checking. Especially if people think it's not worth asking about because nobody can actually die! Would you want to if death was permanent?

I don't want to - jesus christ.

It doesn't matter. Death's broken. That's not going to change.

Okay, well, that's a relief! But you're still clearly struggling. You have a warden checking on you, right?

What? No. Fucking-....

Why the fuck does it have to be a warden who checks up on me? I hate half the wardens and half the inmates here.

And I don't need to be 'checked up on.'

For fuck's sake..

So who do you get along with?

I'm not going to kill myself so it doesn't matter who I get along with.

Look, I'm not trying to be mysterious or secretive here, but I hate being badgered by questions and I get that five hundred times a day from Lark and Jon and Zack, and it's fucking annoying.

Oh, you know Lark! He's pretty cool.

He's my warden.

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