[The walkie catches the tail-end of a sigh.] I don't know how you could even believe what I've seen without seeing it. There's weirder shit happening than swarms of crabs.
So I heard. [ He says it evenly—from everything he can tell, Tai had Salamanca's number, held him in the appropriate amount of contempt, but it's not worth getting into over the walkies. If he had to guess, Chloe's out of earshot, but that could change. ] Well, it got passed along.
[ A crease of concern in his voice: ] Y'all aren't out there looking for him, are you?
[She's surprised that information has already made the rounds, even to non-Rust islanders.]
Hell no. [It's blunt enough and emphatic enough to make the next question easily rhetorical.] Where would you even begin to look for someone who vanished into nothingness?
[Sorry, Benlo. They have enough problems. And it's not like she'd put it past him to turn up like a bad penny whenever it suited him. There is a more pressing question, however, given the man's scars that Chloe had described to Taissa and Chloe's anxiety about her own safety on the island.]
[ The walkie doesn't pick up his scoff at the suggestion, but there's a trace of it in his voice. ] That'd be a first.
When we met, you know, it was right after I broke outta that cell. He turns up, spots me on the beach, acts like it's all a big coincidence. Fuck. [ Soft, drawn out, and derisive. That's enough reminiscence for his tastes. ]
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Salamanca is out of the picture. Again.
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[ A crease of concern in his voice: ] Y'all aren't out there looking for him, are you?
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Hell no. [It's blunt enough and emphatic enough to make the next question easily rhetorical.] Where would you even begin to look for someone who vanished into nothingness?
[Sorry, Benlo. They have enough problems. And it's not like she'd put it past him to turn up like a bad penny whenever it suited him. There is a more pressing question, however, given the man's scars that Chloe had described to Taissa and Chloe's anxiety about her own safety on the island.]
You're not going to try it, are you?
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When we met, you know, it was right after I broke outta that cell. He turns up, spots me on the beach, acts like it's all a big coincidence. Fuck. [ Soft, drawn out, and derisive. That's enough reminiscence for his tastes. ]
You saw it too, huh?