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[tablescraps]

( that leggy............. )

Maybe.

What memory did you see when we looked at the mirrors?

[selfconcept]

Party. Investors. Police. Death.

[ That should be easy enough to summarize, right? He doesn't seem too curious about it, at least, not anymore. ]

[tablescraps]

( .........................................

A bit of a gap before he replies. That Hien doesn't sound curious doesn't really reassure him. It's not like it's hard to look things up. )

Do you care what I saw?

[selfconcept]

We can have a mutual agreement to never talk about what we saw in each other's memories ever again with each other and to other people.

[tablescraps]

Did you look into me after?

[selfconcept]

No. I don't care about what you did so I didn't bother, but I'll be using what I saw to my advantage to get silence from you.

Fair, right?

[tablescraps]

That's fine. I also want to be left alone. Just don't annoy me with it.

( AKA don't whip that out too often. It's unspoken but he'll probably pester Hien back over his, if it comes to that - he's in a position to know way less about Hien, but Hien is more easily irritated, so that about evens it out, clearly. )

[selfconcept]

Then we have a deal.

[ He won't bring it up unless Mithrun does, so they'll probably be good. Maybe. Everything else is fair game to Hien though, since this only includes the memory each other saw in that hall of mirrors. ]

If the deal is broken, I will personally show you the consequences myself... and you wouldn't like that.

Goodbye, Mithrun.

[ Anything related to Hien's backstory is not plotty, but that sure is a warning.

Either way, Hien will not respond to emails after this one. ]