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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[serialskiller]

"My roommate. Maybe my friend, too. And an engineer. She installed the speakers on my drones."

Maybe. It shakes its head. "We died on the same day of the battle royale. And woke up together. And...didn't talk about it, not much. It was hard. I don't think she'd ever died before. I had, but this was a different one. I adjusted my settings to generate heat, for her. Something warm. I thought it would help, and it did."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin nods, softly. "...Part of why we didn't hit it off immediately, she and I, is we had something in common. Or I think we did, anyway. Seeing, hearing, things that aren't there. It can be lonely and distressing even with people who love and support you, and...I don't think she was used to having that. It's good that she had you."