genessia | [text then audio] | Backdated to not long after opening Moriarty's gift.

[The first is a text. He's not going to private, because the asshole will know and he knows you'll know. ~~And is entirely nothing to do with the fact he's only seen you on encrypted message channels. Of course not.~~]

I'm done playing nice. I don't care what it takes, you're a dead man.

[He literally doesn't care what it takes. This is not a side of him any of the city has seen yet, and they really don't want to.]

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[There's a pause between the text going out and the audio. The audio is meant to be private, but.... it's not. He's too busy staring at the smouldering ashes that used to be his house to really work. Suddenly he's four again and it's gone, it's all gone. He doesn't feel the loss any less than the first time around - he's just so relieved the others weren't in the house - and he feels just as numb. The tone is trying for normal..... and pretty much misses it by a goddamned mile.]

I wouldn't ask unless I had to... Mom and Angel need a place to stay for [There's a sigh] God, I don't know. Can you help?

[Not that it really matters to who right now, so long as he knows you and trusts you, he might be accepting offers from anywhere he could call safe enough. For them. He's got some fucking hunting to do.]

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Like hell I'm not gonna worry. You gonna kill someone for what they did, I'd like to know who.

[And she was so glad she had a gun now...she can at least defend herself if it hits the fan.]

[The look he gives her is hard.] Okay, let me rephrase that: This doesn't concern you. Back off.

[It's kind of for your own good, too. He's in this mess because of asking too many questions. Less you know, the better, really. Even if mostly it's just because the least amount of people he gets involved is the lesser amount he'll have to worry about ending up following his trail. In theory.]

[She looks back, just as hard. She's not a pushover, Dean, you'll do well to learn that right now.]

Hey, I'm just tryin' to figure out if I'm in danger or not too, there's no reason to be an asshole 'bout all this.

[He chuckles a bit, but it's not an amused sound.]

The less you know, and are involved, the less danger you're in. Trust me. [It's not a threat, it really is just friendly advice.]

He messes with me, he'll get buckshot in the face...you ain't gotta worry 'bout me.

[She was no stranger being in trouble, nor was she to getting herself out of trouble.]

That's if his face is there for you to put buckshot in. Seeing as that's kind of his thing.

I've survived worse than one crazed man, Dean. Girl like me can look out for herself.

And I've seen him take down someone near-indestructible before. [The Jenn-guilt he feels afresh as he thinks about it doesn't even register as a flicker on his face right now. Show no weakness, especially now.] You don't even know what he's capable of. The best place for you is out of the way.

[...He's going to have so many people to apologise to by the time this is over.]

Dean, I understand you're worried, but I ain't gonna hide if trouble comes. [She hasn't ever since shooting her husband and realizing she can indeed stand up for herself.]

If I gotta go through you too, so be it. Just worry 'bout yourself Dean, you hear. Stay safe.

[With that, she turns off the feed.]

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