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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06 *** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06 <gameover> This is Amanda. <gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here. <gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.

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[Already done, Javert thinks to himself bitterly. He has fucked himself over quite thoroughly with this debacle.

Outwardly, Javert bows his head in a curt, yet respectful, nod. Perhaps later, when the stifling whirlwind of feeling has loosed their grips, they may look back on this exchange more clearly, more rationally. For now, all there is is one half of the party damning herself for her weakness, and the other half damning himself for his blindness. Self-absorption, always prepared to sabotage the best of attempts at outreach.

Amanda is fortunate that secrets are safe with Javert. He is far too principled, far too honest about his peculiar flavor of service to the Fog to ever disclose what transpired between them. She will find out before long, when the dust as settled, just how far he is willing to go to strengthen their cooperation with one another.]

Noted. I will leave you to your own devices. You will know it when the plan is ready for the next step up.

Rest well, and take comfort in the fact that I am apparently quite practiced in the art of getting myself screwed over.

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[Amanda nods. It's all she can give him by way of a response; if she were to open her mouth again, she'd probably say something she'd regret before too long. Then she turns on her heel and stomps her way out of his house, slamming the front door closed behind her.]