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[corkscrewed]

[ why did he have to go back. why. ]

What happened, Jon? You called them and what happened?

[epistemological]

[ He can't look up.]

What do you think happened, Martin?

[corkscrewed]

All of them, at once-

[ fuck. ]

I don't have a clue.

[epistemological]

[ He breathes out, slow.]

You slapped me awake afterwards. Said it was bad. I don't know what you saw, but...

The sky is just... it's just one massive, encompassing Eye. And the whole world is afraid.

[corkscrewed]

[ and this startles martin visibly. ]

I'm still-- there?

[epistemological]

[ He nods.]

You woke me up.

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It was too good to last. I - I shouldn't have gone on that walk. I could have stopped you from reading it. Snapped you out of it.

[ he's letting go of jon, aghast. ]

[epistemological]

[ But that just gives him a good opening to follow.]

That's ridiculous, Martin. We had no idea- you couldn't know- we couldn't-

It came from Basira. How could we know?

There was no way to know, Martin. He... he held all the cards. He always has.

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[ he presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. ]

Then - we'll find a way to fix it. We have to.

[epistemological]

[ He nods.]

I'm- I'm changing my deal. I... thought that was rather obvious.

[corkscrewed]

To -- change the world back?

[ he's assuming, but. ]

[epistemological]

[ He nod.]

Yes. O-obviously.

As much as I'd-

[ He shakes his head. ]

I want to see you free. All of us free. And- and Tim. I want to bring him back. But this is- this is the whole world.

I have to.

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Of course. Of- of bloody course.

[ martin is still gray-faced. ]

God, I can't believe this. I can't believe - that- stupid bastard.

[epistemological]

[ There's a hollow laugh.]

Oh no, the stupid one is me.

[corkscrewed]

They were from Basira. I- you couldn't have known.

[ god. dammit. ]

'Happy birthday, Jon! The world is ending.'

[epistemological]

If I couldn't have known, you couldn't have known.

[ But then he hears the joke and-]

...who told you?

[corkscrewed]

I- you just told me?

[ he's misunderstanding the question. ]

Jon?

[epistemological]

[ He blinks for a moment before waving that off.]

No, not about- yes, it's important of course, but I was asking about-

Who told you about my birthday?

[corkscrewed]

Oh, uh. It was - on your chart? In the hospital?

[ A VERY OBVIOUS LIE ]

[epistemological]

Martin.

[corkscrewed]

Jon, you just told me that your ritual happened, and-

[ he exhales a long, anxious sigh. ]

-- I had access to all employee records when I started working for Peter.

[epistemological]

[ Martin, really? Trying to use the end of the world to get away with lying to your boyfriend...

He lets out a huff and a looks over at Martin.]

...he really did just drop the whole thing on you.

[ Beat. ]

You could have just asked me, you know.

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[ he's still a little bit gutted from the news. things had been so good. they'd been peaceful.

his voice is a little small. ]

I wasn't looking for your birthday. But you weren't waking up. And I just wanted to - know more about you. It's stupid. It doesn't matter.

[epistemological]

[ Jon had been trying to move things along, because- because focusing on it, settling into it, it was a bad idea. He couldn't. He wanted to fall over and die when he thought about it too much and that just... it wasn't an option.

Instead, he walks over and then carefully, gently, pulls Martin against him.]

I'm awake now. And... it does matter. You matter. We... matter. And I am going to fix this. I am.

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[ martin is still for a moment, before he leans in, winding his arms around jon in turn. as numb as he is right now, there's no mistaking the protectiveness of it. ]

We are. I'm here. I'm - there. I'm going to help.