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[diamondhack]

devan.isha@cdc.org
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[wethrinaer]

[he's not in a state he likes to be in either, and it's almost frustrating that he's having so much trouble dragging himself out of it]

I'd rather not. [he winces a little at the thought. He doesn't want to think about it, why would he want to talk about it? Out loud, in front of anyone? Even if it's Isha]

Let's just say it hit personally this time.

[diamondhack]

So be it.

[It's not her place to drag his secrets out. Others? Perhaps. His?

Not exactly.]

If it's any consolation, mine was very personal as well.

[wethrinaer]

It's very strange, how such a device knows how to dig deep.

[he clears his throat with a wince, then draws away to take her hand, wordlessly leading her over to his bed]

[diamondhack]

[She follows with a quiet hum.]

It knows more than it will ever let on.

[wethrinaer]

It knows things it shouldn't, I think. I understand its purpose, but . . .

[he can't find exactly what he wants to say, though, so he just shakes his head and sits on the bed with a grunt]