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[hostage]

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_“ Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing. _”

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[madannoshashu]

Mr. Pinkman.

[ The usually casual, if not flippant tone has a businesslike quality about it. ]

I believe we have a situation.

[hostage]

Oh yeah?

[madannoshashu]

What can you tell me about soul-devouring angels?

[hostage]

Uhh, I can tell you it's suicide to go after him?

[madannoshashu]

That would imply my stake in this is personal.

[ It's not. It rarely is with him despite what some may think. ]

You heard the news about xXx, didn't you?

[hostage]

I heard, yeah. But there's literally no way to kill the guy. You know, the whole immortal warrior of God thing.

[madannoshashu]

[ A sharp smile. ]

He bled for me once.

[ Then, as casual as you please- ]

I'll be releasing a few 'dogs' tonight. If you have friends still venturing out in the Darkness, I'd advise them to stay indoors.

[hostage]

Thanks for the heads-up, yeah. But you know he'll see you coming. He can do that, see in your soul like that. And he ain't like he was before.

[madannoshashu]

Heartless don't have souls, Mr. Pinkman.

[ They're creatures born of darkness and no more. ]

There's nothing there to read. If he wants to come knocking on my door, that's my problem, isn't it?

[hostage]

If you say so.

[madannoshashu]

Enjoy your evening, Mr. Pinkman.

[ And with that, he ends the call. ]