[What she gets this time doesn't sound like him. Or rather, his voice is there, but it's buried, buried under layers of strangers and voices that sound only passably human, like he's heard some version of this repeated so often that the words are carved into every part of him that can carry them.]
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...and what happens if they find out... but you can't do anything about that?
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She ends the session with a shake of her head and a definite need to figure out what she's going to do with this information. ]