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[fearmylaserface]

[He knew what Wash had said. Wash had damn well warned him not to go alone.

Did Epsilon listen? Of course not. When he wanted to see something, he was stubborn.

That's why he's currently somewhere on the Mother of Invention in spite of the warning, holding his head. At first... It wasn't terrible. It probably would have been fine if he hadn't been alone with Allison and his memories. The Alpha's memories.  Being tortured to the point of breaking over and over again.  Now? He couldn't really tell where the memories ended and the world began.

And that's why Allison has his communicator, pressing buttons to turn it on with the camera on her person.  The camera isn't steady...  Someone needs to talk to him for her.  She's making anxious noises and trying to comfort him... It's not helping. Especially as she knows there should be Nightmare Dream Eaters somewhere here. It's a matter of time before they're noticed, and her person in no shape to run or help. Not that he isn't more likely to put a hole in the ship than help.

Allison would die before she let him down in a time like this.

The background of the shaking camera isn't various obvious, but it appears to be a hallway.  Epsilon managed to get further than the bridge before he was overwhelmed.  Not by a whole lot.]

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[raisethemoon]

[...oh dear. In all her concern for Agent Washington, Luna must admit that she hadn't considered this place's effect on Epsilon at all.]

...Epsilon?

[fearmylaserface]

[Considering all Wash's problem memories came from him... It's not good. It's a familiar and unfamiliar voice again...] Dead. Because of me.

Filtered to Epsilon

[raisethemoon]

[Curses - between the shakycam and her lack of experience with the Mother of Invention, there's no way she can just teleport to his location. The camera feed fuzzes into static as she and it move to the bridge of the ship, at least.]

Church. No one is dead. The Agents are all quite well. [And that's not entirely true. Not the point.]

[fearmylaserface]

Director said...

[raisethemoon]

The Director lies.

[fearmylaserface]

He wouldn't.

[raisethemoon]

[She wanders the corridors, ears carefully pricked for his voice. A pity her hoofsteps sound so loud against the metal.]

Then perhaps he was given false information. [This isn't the time to argue about this.] Nonetheless, he was incorrect.

[fearmylaserface]

He's the Director. He has all the information.

[raisethemoon]

The Director hath just enough information to - [Calm, Luna. Take a breath.]

Come now. Thou hast seen Agents York and North here, hast thou not?

[fearmylaserface]

They're dead.

[raisethemoon]

I hath no doubt that thou hast spoken to them recently. Wouldst thou likest me to call one? [Faust knows if she'll get any sort of immediate answer - that doesn't always happen on the comms. But it's a decent enough idea.]

[fearmylaserface]

No...

[raisethemoon]

...very well. Thou canst continue talking to me instead, until I find thee.