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[The video comes on to a man sitting on a beautifully upholstered couch, in an oddly but unarguably well decorated room. He doesn't smile; there's a faint frown between his brow. He sits very strait, and holds the communicator angled in his lap. His appearance is immaculate, tie straight, suit in order, not one dark hair out of place. And he gives the feeling that this is how he always dresses, that casual is not a word in his vocabulary.]
It seems a shame I've arrived in time to miss a vacation. I've never been to Los Angeles. I imagine it must be very inviting, especially after so much time spent here.
[Pleasantries out of the way, his frown deepens, pulls at the corner of his mouth as his brow furrows.]
My name is Garret Hobbs. I've not been here long, and I would appreciate whatever information you may be willing to impart.
[He wouldn't, not really; he's read a great deal, and he doubts he'll hear anything new. But he'll hear from the people who spoke to Abigail. He'll see who pays attention. And he'll hear from her.]
It seems a shame I've arrived in time to miss a vacation. I've never been to Los Angeles. I imagine it must be very inviting, especially after so much time spent here.
[Pleasantries out of the way, his frown deepens, pulls at the corner of his mouth as his brow furrows.]
My name is Garret Hobbs. I've not been here long, and I would appreciate whatever information you may be willing to impart.
[He wouldn't, not really; he's read a great deal, and he doubts he'll hear anything new. But he'll hear from the people who spoke to Abigail. He'll see who pays attention. And he'll hear from her.]
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You see a lot. [It's a concession without conceding, and he smiles at her, indulgent - she's smart, but not quite seeing the grand picture.]
It's been said on the network that not all who brought here are dead. That even time cannot move while we are held here. And all too often, people have simply vanished, presumably to return to their lives. Or deaths.
[She is very much dead, but everything about his tone and posture says he very much is not.]
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But that's out of your control.
[One way or another, whether what he's saying is true or not, his existence here is out of his control. When he goes home is out of his control, too.]
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[And it rankles, but he doesn't let on how badly. Control is tantamount to him; recognizing how control has been ripped from his hands here is rather maddening.
Still. He manages to cock his head to the side in observation, as if this is her problem, and not his own.]
It can be good for us, to place control in another's hands. It teaches a lesson. Don't you think?
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I think some of us need it.
[She's talking, of course, about both of them. Even though he's more beautiful, a more pure artist, in control - she wants control. And if she can't have it, then he shouldn't, either.]
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