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[viced]

That was it, it had all been Quentin, and none of it had been Mitchell being, in general, a dick. He knew he was a dick, anyway. He'd always had a small streak of it.

"Hey now, let's not get into the speeches, huh? Don't worry about me. I just need to lie low, and keep my head down, and work on a new book. You don't worry about me, okay? I'm the propaganda guy," he paused, and frowned. "Just... don't tell anyone you saw me, alright? I figured you knew, but--" he shook his head, and waved a hand.

[futureleader]

"Mitchell, I know you can handle yourself. You're a grown ass man. And I also know better than to tell anyone, hell, I'll probably mind wipe myself so the information doesn't leak, okay?" He meant it too. For the safety of Mitchell it's something Quentin would do to protect the other's identity and location.

"Besides, if you couldn't survive, well, you'd have been dead since day one."

[viced]

he felt a sigh of relief, even breathed one. Okay, he would be safe for another day. "Well, I won't say I'm not capable, but you know how it is. You spend so long out here, and eventually you get a little paranoid that a misstep can go wrong," he smiled. "But thank you."

[futureleader]

"Now you know how I felt," remember all those times when he was completely paranoid and believed the government was spying on him in every apartment? Good times. But he smiles and waves his hand nonchalantly.

"But if you ever need immediate help, send out a distress signal mentally, alright? My telepathy has expanded, 's how I found you. I'll wipe my mind of where you live but, it's kind of hard to wipe out your pattern of thoughts. It's a pretty distinct voice you got there, Mitch."

[viced]

He felt his smile falter, but he nodded. He knew his voice was...different. After the accident, there was no going back. Nothing could change him back, he would always have that tinge of an alien voice to his thoughts, the hint of green always there.

"Don't worry, if things go south, I'll definitely give out a call. Hell, who knows, maybe when I do, it'll be because it'll be time to move forward."

He gave him a wan, strained smile. Even after all this time, he still thought of himself as a leader. He was, but he wasn't going to lead the war. He was going to try and redefine it.

[futureleader]

"We'll all be looking forward to that call," Quentin reaches out to Mitch and gently hugs him. Aww look, they're frands now. But he smiles when he pulls away and gives Mitchell a firm pat on the shoulder.

"That's something everyone wants. For things to be stable again."

[viced]

It was an awkward couple of seconds for Mitchell, who'd shunned almost all contact with other human beings other than the extremely superfluous, and that had only gotten worse through the years. He offered Quentin a pat on the back, though, remembering the societal niceties from days past. "I'm sure it seems so far away, but I think we'd all give up this for a day back in the City, despite how chaotic it was back then, but we'll have it back someday."

And god, Quentin, when did you get grown up and mature? It almost warms his cold mechanical heart a little bit.

[futureleader]

Warm your old, cold mechanical heart, Mitchell. You know you want to, how can you not when Quentin is being so mature about things. You know you want to because he's going to be a brain in a jar in a couple of months. But, no one knows that yet.

"I know I'd take throwing glitter in your face over getting real glass thrown at my face any day."

[viced]

He will regret it all when that day comes. He just shook his head, and smiles. "Well, as much as I am loathe to admit it, I would prefer that too, but hopefully if we get things back on track, we can go back to the way things should be," he pauses, a small crooked smile. "Although I could do without the glitter, you know."

[futureleader]

"I'll save the glitter for the victory celebrations," he laughs, doing a quick check of his area to make sure there wasn't any blood before making his way to the door. Quentin pauses, turning back to Mitchell with one last smile.

"I'll wipe my memory and set up a psychic block on your area until I'm out of range. Can't say I don't know if they'll come here or not but, I can place a memory block on your mind. Something only you can unlock and access if you need to. But, only if you want."

[viced]

"No, no, don't worry about me. They've tried to get me to crack a couple times as Maskin, convinced that he's not a natural citizen, but they won't get through. Just take care of yourself, Quentin. I'll make sure things don't get out on my end," he smiled faintly, and clasped him on the shoulder.

"Good luck out there."

[futureleader]

"Thanks. You too, Mitch." With one last smile at Mitchell, he unlocks the doors and leaves quietly. Making his way out into the woods again before turning around and waving goodbye to Mitchell one last time. And then, his face became blank. Like he was confused on how he got there. But he shook his head and sprinted away. Gone.