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[If there's one thing Adstringendum is good at, it's yanking people around. Where Horst had been laughing and giddy the night before, he's...well, not now.]

Mina was sent home. I'm sure those of you who knew here are aware, but....

[But he personally checked everywhere she could possibly have gone. Just in case. Hope springs eternal, they say.

As he shuts off the feed, there's the faint sound of something German-sounding. Or maybe it was just static.]

[A few hours later: Private Video to Raven]

Are you awake?

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I didn't kill you when, Johannes? You left me there and she killed me.

[This conversation should be private, and had Horst been just a little bit less disturbed and hurt he would've switched the filter.]

When I came back for you, idiot. This place has pulled us from different times, or hasn't it occurred to you that I'm almost nine years older than the last time we saw each other?

As I said: you didn't leave me any way to keep track of time, du Hurensohn. And it--

[He has to swallow; his voice had cracked, and it wasn't exactly dignified. Cabals are always dignified.

Or not. When he speaks he just sounds small, defeated.]

You didn't come back the next day. You let me die.

[He was expecting anger. He knew how to deal with anger -- he and Horst grew up causing hell for each other.

He wasn't, however, expecting that.

Really? A part of him asks, and he has the uncomfortable sensation that it's his soul rearing its ugly and nearly worthless head again.]

Horst.

[His voice is a little baffled. The venom is suddenly gone.]

I'm sorry.

-- don't get any ideas, Horst, it was just an apology, even children are capable..

[Even after that long silence, Horst opens his mouth and has nothing to say. Except:]

why?

This isn't a conversation I want to be having now, and especially not over one these devices.

Just tell me why.

I didn't have a choice.

I don't believe that.

When are you coming home?

...I don't know.

I need you to help move some of this equipment.

[At this point, he's just got through chatting and drinking with Spike.]

...I'll be there in a few minutes then.

You know where to find me.

[And off goes the feed.]

[Horst comes home, hair even messier than usual, and with his clothes smelling of booze.]

What are we moving?

You're drunk.

[His sleeves are rolled up. He's sock-footed and pushing a desk, too.]

I don't want you touching my things.

I'm tipsy, and you asked me to help. I'm a vampire, I can handle my liquor even better than when I was in college.

[He moves over and grabs the desk, lifting it as easily as if it were made of cardboard]

Where?

.. to the corner.

[Johannes stands back, swiping his sleeve across his forehead.]

You need to be less willing to help people.

Oh, rumors of my services precede me. That's kind of them.

[He sets it in the corner as Johannes asked, and turns back to him.]

More along the lines of why I can't figure out why you came back to help me.

[He's not complaining. Okay, well, he is complaining, but just because Johannes always complains. He starts pushing at another table, trying to slide it perpendicular to the first.]

Why mess with the dynamic we've spent twenty years forming?

[He moves this table, too.]

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