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[gluttoning]

What?

No, he just calls me Barrett...

Morgan, what's this about?

[tablescraps]

( ... Unfortunate. )

Never mind.

[gluttoning]

Morgan?

I'm telling you the truth. I don't know what this is about, but...

Talk to me?

[tablescraps]

( ...

A long pause, because he starts and stops and rewrites and kneads his head with every attempt. )

I don't know what's true right now. I thought you would know... Or maybe that you'd be the same.

( Unclear if he means "the same" in regards to not being certain of the truth, or in some other regard. )

[gluttoning]

[What a bad time for him to try and have his brain work overtime.]

That I'd know what?

Morgan, I want to answer you, but I don't understand what it is you're looking for.

What do you think I'm the same as?

[tablescraps]

( It's fine, his head's a mess too.

Pause, once more. )

Tell me first: are you going to stay in Fragment?

[gluttoning]

[It's now Barrett's turn to hold the silence.]

I don't know.

I don't think so. I have people who're waiting on me to come home.

[tablescraps]

(

oh )

I'm surprised. Based on what was said at the meeting, it sounds like Lily wants everyone to stay here.

( He thought Barrett would always follow him, given how Barrett's been with... everything, in general and during the meeting. )

[gluttoning]

Lily's lonely. But I can't stay.

I've told him I can't stay. He knows that. I want to be with you and Booker and

[...

And someone else. He feels like there was someone else. But the shape of them suddenly feels far away.



Maybe he imagined it.]

[tablescraps]

( Ah... )

Write down your memories to look back at later. Everything you know now. It seems like a lot of people are losing them.

[gluttoning]

I don't know if I can. But I'll try.

[A pause.]

Why did you ask me if I'm staying?

Are you?

[tablescraps]

Is Lily preventing you from writing them down?

( ...

He considers not answering this. But he's asked so much for Barrett's honesty, so reciprocation wins out. )

I don't think I can go.

[gluttoning]

No. I don't think so. But I don't know what I'll write. It scares me a little.

[And speaking of Things that Scare Him for 500, Alex:]

Why don't you think you can leave? You had a plan you had to follow, didn't you?

[tablescraps]

Do you think your memories have been altered too much already?

What plan?

[gluttoning]

Do you remember the picture that was in my bedroom?

[Ah. Is this what they'd meant at the meeting, about memories? Is THIS why Mithrun suddenly couldn't bring himself to get out of bed?

...

Part of him debates whether it's better not to say anything. But he knows he wouldn't want that in reverse.]

The professor. You wanted to kill him. You thought you might die doing it. But it was the only thing you really wanted anymore.

[tablescraps]

The picture of your family?

( And the two family friends, he guesses...

Though there is a pause for the second message, it's surprisingly not too long. )

I don't remember, sorry. I can guess why I said that at the time, though.

( Though, he doesn't elaborate... )

[gluttoning]

[...]

That was my family?

[Why did it just look like a crowd of strangers? It feels like a lie. But...

...]

You really don't want to leave?

[tablescraps]

( ... )

Do you remember Lily? The one who died?

It's not a matter of wanting to leave or not. I don't think I can get ou,t

( Seems like that was sent a little early on accident, typo and all. )

[gluttoning]

...Of course I remember Lily. Lily, and Booker, and my dad.

[How could he forget something like that. That house felt so hollow with just two.]

If I can get out, so can you. Why do you think you can't?

[tablescraps]

( and your dad???? out of everyone else in the family????? )

I think Lily is expunging memories he thinks are no longer important. I don't know why he'd keep your father, though...

( LILY!!!!!

But the next message doesn't come right away. )

I like what we have right now. But... if I had some certain reason I couldn't, would you stop?

[gluttoning]

If you couldn't leave, you mean?

I don't understand. I don't want to stop.

[tablescraps]

Yes, if I couldn't leave.

Don't.

( Phrased like an order, but framed like a plea. It's the latter, over everything. )

[gluttoning]

I'm not leaving you behind in here. Not after everything that's happened.

Why can't you leave, Morgan?

[tablescraps]

I want to know you wouldn't end things, first. You have to tell me.

[gluttoning]

Of course I wouldn't.

I promised you I didn't want to run away anymore, didn't I?