It's okay if you can't figure it out, Fitz. [It's a shame, really, that it's all in written form and he can't hear the oh-so-very condescending tone that was meant to have in it.]
[He suspects there isn't much time left, here. Fitz will probably break things to avoid him soon, but he's just so fun to rile up, he doesn't want to stop.]
[It's too much pressure applied to all sides. In a way, the ambiguous threat of the mirrors seems the most distant right now. It's nowhere as close as the vampires or Ward might be. If there's a place where he could possibly bend to keep from breaking, it's here.]
[the pause is enough to make Fitz think it might have ended within a reasonable span this time. He returns to work without checking for a resolution to the identity question. It's probably all lies anyway. They could say they're anyone on that side of the mirror. It's all too likely that it would just be more lies.
When the clue arrives, it makes him jump skittishly all over again, almost as if the visual is acidic and painful all on its own.]
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It's okay if you can't figure it out, Fitz. [It's a shame, really, that it's all in written form and he can't hear the oh-so-very condescending tone that was meant to have in it.]
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[He shouldn't be talking to the mirrors. He shouldn't be feeding them information. But he's so tired.]
You might need to re-evaluate your spying if you think most of the others consider me a friend.
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Plus. You're fun to play with all in your own right. So very tightly wound.
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[There's a tremor at the edge of his voice. He's so done with everything...]
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[He suspects there isn't much time left, here. Fitz will probably break things to avoid him soon, but he's just so fun to rile up, he doesn't want to stop.]
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Fine. Makes me feel bloody wonderful.
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[He waits a bit. Long enough that the previous message fades. Anticipation is just all part of his game, really.]
My real is someone you've been working with more recently.
[Well, he said he'd give a clue, not that it'd be a super great and immediately telling one.]
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When the clue arrives, it makes him jump skittishly all over again, almost as if the visual is acidic and painful all on its own.]
....Please stop.
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What, no guesses at all? You're no fun.
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[He sets down his tinkering, arms wrapped around his middle as if a self-embrace might protect him somehow.]
There's no reason to stay here. I'm sure someone else is more interesting.
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Until next time, Fitz....
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How long is this going to go on? It can't be forever, can it?]