madteos: (To call your brother son)
[The comm hums to life. There's a beat of silence. Finally, the window opens and whoever is listening can probably hear the ocean.]

No...

[The voice sounds so far away. But finally, he picks up the communicator and takes a deep breath to steady his nerves.]

Listen, please. I'm not a weapon. I'm not dangerous. I promise. Can you fix me? If you can fix me so I won't have to go there, I'll let you. Just don't make me go. Can...---

[He stops midsentence, shutting the window.]

Can't we talk about it?

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