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[rassera]

"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"

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[rassera]

[His eyes close behind the feed, trying to keep himself physically composed. No...this wasn't on him. He knew it wasn't--so why was the sinking feeling in his gut still there?

Why did he feel like he let Tetsuo down from the moment they met?]

you dont know a damn thing about me

and this is after you stalked me



nice going moron

[dreamshades]

Are you sure? Does an orphanage come to mind?

Unsurprising you'd be abandoned. Who would want you? They already could see how worthless you'd be as a son. Maybe even a protector.

[ Does that hit closer? Peter's vision might not have granted him insight into all aspects of Kaneda's life, but Tetsuo's own weaknesses gave him enough to go on.

They were friends and clearly they grew up together. Tetsuo was an orphan and Kaneda showed a clear disregard for adults. Therefore, Peter could draw his conclusions.

Did he touch a nerve, Kaneda? ]

[rassera]

what







what did tetsuo tell you what the fuck did he tell you asshole

[Something runs through him, alright, but it's not fear. It's betrayal. Only two people knew about their scenario--it was never something that he'd been open about. Not even to Bull that one night.

And the only other person was who this person claimed to associate with.]

the deletion is icly ofcourse

[dreamshades]

[ He's sure he's plunged the metaphorical knife deep inside Kaneda's heart. An injury that will be harder to overcome than anything physical.

Another connection hopefully cut as he unwinds the threads of Kaneda's and Tetsuo's friendship. With that his only response is: ]
goodbye, Kaneda.

[ and nothing new comes...but if Kaneda watches the whole conversation is disappearing.

The sender is deleting all their responses. ]

[rassera]

What?!

[The conversation starts to disappear one by one in front of his eyes, and no matter what he presses...it's gone.

As if nothing had ever happened.




Someone knew about his history, someone had told them. And if he was in contact with Tetsuo, more importantly he was talking with Tetsuo about him...


Kaneda. Control yourself.


He throws his communicator into his drawer where the pistol was being held for the moment, flopping back onto his pillow and running fingers through his hair.



Control yourself.]