[The feed ends abruptly as he continues to check back through the EZWave entries that he hasn't got to yet. It occurs to him that he shouldn't be this unfazed by hearing someone being tortured, but he's just so relieved that it's not the Operator - or him - at work here that he doesn't really have time for anything else.]
Yeah okay, I can safely tell you that I had nothing to do with that.
[She knows it can't have been him since the moment he called back. He wouldn't be speaking to her right now if it had been. But just the affirmation from him makes her a little teary.]
I'm sorry for bothering you over something so ridiculous.
[She laughs again, although it's so tightly wound for a moment she might start crying instead. She pushes the hair out of her face and her hand is shaking.]
I-it's just. I know Mr. Sullivan, the chief of security. He comes to Fighting McDonaghs sometimes. And the man, whoever he really is, I might have met him there too. And then—
[The terrorist. Speaking only in text. Warning of impending chaos he was likely planning to cause himself.]
I know nowhere is completely safe. But just seeing something like this, right on the EZWave... I-I don't know. [She wipes hurriedly at one eye.] It just seems a little too real, all of a sudden.
[Oh god she's going to cry and Tim has no idea how to comfort her, he's always been so awkward about things like this, but this is Sylvie and he wants to be able to make her feel better and he really doesn't know how.]
You're not bothering me. It makes sense that you'd be upset. I want to help if I can.
[He's actually kind of flattered that she'd confide her worries about this to him.]
Yeah. It's not good. And whoever decided that this sort of thing was okay to broadcast over the EZWave is completely out of order.
[That last part's said a little vehemently. Just like Jay and ToTheArk, deciding what parts of a person's life to broadcast for everyone to see without so much as getting permission, especially for something so horrific as that.
He sighs, not wanting to have this conversation really, especially not this early in the morning.]
Look, I know you're not going to want to hear this. But there doesn't seem to be much in Rapture that is safe, from what I've seen. Just ... make sure you look after yourself, okay? I worry that something might hurt you.
You're sweet, Tim. But I know no place is completely safe, not even Rapture. I just... I suppose I'm not accustomed to having it thrust in my face. That's the risk of progress. We become entirely too aware of the dangers in the world.
[She sighs deeply, and to her credit she doesn't cry, despite her misty eyes.]
Oh, don't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look. But you ought to look after yourself. Especially as a newcomer to the city, I worry... I don't know. People tend to fear what they don't understand. If uncertain times are coming, well...
[She shrugs helplessly. She's seen it happen before, the post-war xenophobia.]
[He bites his tongue as she talks about progress. Sure, some of the scientific advancements in this town were amazing, but as far as the social policies went, it felt like he'd stepped back into the dark ages. He doesn't feel like it's his place to lecture her, though. He doesn't know her all that well.]
Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me if the new guys ended up as scapegoats for anything that happened. But don't worry about me. I've been looking out for myself for a long time now. [From anything far more dangerous than this city could throw at him.]
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Date: 2013-02-15 02:57 am (UTC)Hold on a second.
[The feed ends abruptly as he continues to check back through the EZWave entries that he hasn't got to yet. It occurs to him that he shouldn't be this unfazed by hearing someone being tortured, but he's just so relieved that it's not the Operator - or him - at work here that he doesn't really have time for anything else.]
Yeah okay, I can safely tell you that I had nothing to do with that.
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Date: 2013-02-17 04:22 am (UTC)I'm sorry for bothering you over something so ridiculous.
[She laughs again, although it's so tightly wound for a moment she might start crying instead. She pushes the hair out of her face and her hand is shaking.]
I-it's just. I know Mr. Sullivan, the chief of security. He comes to Fighting McDonaghs sometimes. And the man, whoever he really is, I might have met him there too. And then—
[The terrorist. Speaking only in text. Warning of impending chaos he was likely planning to cause himself.]
I know nowhere is completely safe. But just seeing something like this, right on the EZWave... I-I don't know. [She wipes hurriedly at one eye.] It just seems a little too real, all of a sudden.
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Date: 2013-02-21 09:49 pm (UTC)You're not bothering me. It makes sense that you'd be upset. I want to help if I can.
[He's actually kind of flattered that she'd confide her worries about this to him.]
Yeah. It's not good. And whoever decided that this sort of thing was okay to broadcast over the EZWave is completely out of order.
[That last part's said a little vehemently. Just like Jay and ToTheArk, deciding what parts of a person's life to broadcast for everyone to see without so much as getting permission, especially for something so horrific as that.
He sighs, not wanting to have this conversation really, especially not this early in the morning.]
Look, I know you're not going to want to hear this. But there doesn't seem to be much in Rapture that is safe, from what I've seen. Just ... make sure you look after yourself, okay? I worry that something might hurt you.
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Date: 2013-02-23 06:38 pm (UTC)You're sweet, Tim. But I know no place is completely safe, not even Rapture. I just... I suppose I'm not accustomed to having it thrust in my face. That's the risk of progress. We become entirely too aware of the dangers in the world.
[She sighs deeply, and to her credit she doesn't cry, despite her misty eyes.]
Oh, don't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look. But you ought to look after yourself. Especially as a newcomer to the city, I worry... I don't know. People tend to fear what they don't understand. If uncertain times are coming, well...
[She shrugs helplessly. She's seen it happen before, the post-war xenophobia.]
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Date: 2013-02-28 01:04 am (UTC)Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me if the new guys ended up as scapegoats for anything that happened. But don't worry about me. I've been looking out for myself for a long time now. [From anything far more dangerous than this city could throw at him.]
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:02 pm (UTC)I know you have. You seem very independent.
[A little too independent, sometimes. He seems distant at times, as if he's the type used to not having anyone to rely on.]
Well. I'm sorry again. I'll let you go. Thank you for – for talking to me.
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Date: 2013-03-02 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-02 04:18 pm (UTC)I will. Thank you.