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[raavashing]

[Late in the evening of the 14th day of May, Wan's voice comes over the networks very briefly. It is haggard, quiet, almost dead sounding. It sat at the edge of being numb to everything.]

I'm sorry.

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[notavirtue]

[If he'd ever had tea, it was probably out of a packet that got stuck in an automated machine on Normandy and spat out some terrible tasting liquid that used to be perfectly good water. The future was probably tea hell.]

Not that I can recall.

[Wan had left instructions, but...]