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[lex_paciferat]

"You've reached Quintus Falxvale, Head Peacekeeper.

In this time of crisis, I ask that all personal and non-urgent correspondence be directed through my secretary. Her number is [xxx-xxxx].

Alternately, media requests may go directly through the Public Relations office at [xxx-xxxx].

Thank you."


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[lex_paciferat]

[He almost doesn't read the letter--it ends up on his desk amidst a pile of papers, and he's drawn tight and stressed and still in pain from his healing wound. He knows, given the circumstances, that her words are bound to be unpleasant.

But he does read it, and when he gets to the third paragraph from the end he reads that passage over again. And again. At first glance it sounds like bombastic anger, which disappoints him given what he knows of her logical mentality--but then he makes the connection. The dismissal of Thirteen, rendering her rejection of her comrades' motives not willful blindness but an acknowledgement of risk. She's still questioning, as he always has.

(The thought rises unbidden: has he, really? Or has it been easier, these past months, to believe?)

He stares at the letter for a few more moments, then crumples it between his hands, tossing it in the trash. His back aches as he turns, and he considers fetching more painkillers.

Better not, he decides. He has to stay alert.

After all, he has work to do.]