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[retested]

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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<gameover>

[retested]

He didn't tell you I sent him?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

I told him I didn't believe him.

Although I'll admit spite might have played a role in my response.

<gameover>

[retested]

Why spite?

[marcato]

Ah. Let me amend my statement:

When he first sent a message, I asked him if he was truly on my side. Priest or not, you can never be too careful. After all, AM is a priest.

[Yup, he sure did slam his boyfriend there.]

He called me an idiot for failing to trust him so readily. That was when the spite set in. He told me that if I trusted you, I should trust him.

But you've earned my trust, Amanda. He hasn't.

<gameover>

[retested]

AM's a worthless piece of shit. Noa can be trusted, for the most part. Let me make that perfectly clear: he'd never betray Her other children, but he won't necessarily assist in what he views as gratuitous violence...and he'll 'protect' others of the fold from assisting in such if THEY'RE averse to violence, too. I trust him, I've collaborated with him in the past and I'm sure I will again, but I wouldn't seek him out for everything.

I don't expect you to trust him immediately. But he'd have to have one hell of a death wish to tell you I sent him if I hadn't.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

Then I'll listen to him. For now.

But I'm not fond of him. His personality is sour.

<gameover>

[retested]

He's been my boss at the Labs for years now. You'll get used to his personality over time.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

My condolences.

<gameover>

[retested]

He's not the worst boss in the world. He's preferable to AM, that's for fucking sure.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

[Pause. ]

Amanda, I'm afraid I have something to share with you. About AM and me.

Despite my better instincts, we are lovers.

<gameover>

[retested]

[Oh for the love of fuck.]

You've got to be shitting me.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

I don't trust him. I don't even particularly like him. He's a vicious sadist who would just as soon turn on his allies as he'd devour his enemies.

And yet.

<gameover>

[retested]

And yet you can't keep it in your fucking pants.

If you're going to sleep with someone, you could do far better than AM. You know that, right?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

It's kind of you to say that, Amanda. But I have no problems with my self-image.

<gameover>

[retested]

Yeah? Is that why you wear a mask all the goddamn time?

[EXTREMELY bold words for someone with such an unstable sense of self that she needs to rely on how others see her just to know who she is.]

You won't tell him anything about me, right? Everything I tell you in confidence remains between the two of us.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

[His expression darkens. His fingers curl.

If Aunamee hates anything, it's someone pointing out his weaknesses.]

Of course, Amanda. Everything stays with me.

<gameover>

[retested]

Good. That would be best for everyone concerned.

[It's not a threat, but it still gets her meaning across just fine: giving AM any sensitive information on Amanda is asking for death, regardless of who's doing the giving. Even an ally and friend.]