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[outer_npcs]

[It's a little after midnight on Tuesday night when a voice - familiar to some, though not heard since the timelines had splintered - whispers across the network, sounding immeasurably sad.]

Eyes shut, eyes open.

He sees you.

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[voice]

[girlworthfighting]

[She grows more wary, sharp, figuring she's either speaking to a madwoman or a prophet of some kind.]

And who would be 'she'?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

Salvation.

[There's certainty in the woman's voice. This is not merely a nebulous concept.]

[voice]

[girlworthfighting]

Salvation. [She repeats, carefully - more to herself, since it's not a question and she's not expecting an answer. And so then, who is the 'he'? The one that sees us?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

He is Judas. Eldest and second-born.

[voice]

[girlworthfighting]

[Not getting that reference, she's unsure whether or not to take it literally.]

Why is he watching?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

He is the enemy of Salvation.

[voice]

[girlworthfighting]

I see. [Not really.] And why are you telling us this?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

He is the enemy of Salvation. [There's puzzlement there, as though the explanation should be obvious.]

[voice]

[girlworthfighting]

And perhaps that means something, to someone who is not me. Forgive me, but I fail to understand your significance.

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

You ought to study your history.

[There's mild disapproval there. Young people.]

Speak to the boys from the stars, or the wasteland girl. They glimpsed her true shape oh, so long ago.

[voice]

[girlworthfighting]

It isn't my history.

And there are a lot of people around here who those descriptions could apply to.