Firefly, where are you? I really need you right now.
I’m out near the end of Route Guano, motorbaby. What can I do you for? Should I go put on my ass-kicking pants?
(really though. What’s wrong, Ri?)
Just tell me something, if you could:…
Motherfucker. Shit. ShitfuckChristinghellgoddammit. That isn’t unexpected, but sure as hell isn’t what I wanted to hear.
I got a very disturbing message from BLI yesterday, Firefly. Can you guess what it was?
Oh. Oh, Ri, where are you, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Fuck me. That’s. Wow. Holy wow.
It’s not really him, Ri. It’s someone else wearing his face. If they’re even telling you the truth, which they might not be.
I’m in the same place I have been for two weeks, if you really want to find me.
It wasn’t a visit, just a message, sent through that channel they use to communicate with Killjoys, you know? But he used his real name. MY real name. Talked about our parents. I… I think they made him an Exterminator.
Do you need someone there? We can go out and get you good and drunk, if you want.
Ri, everything he knows about you, it’s stuff that they’ve told him. He’s not Hustler anymore, he’s an Exterminator or a Drac who’s wearing his face. He doesn’t remember who he is, not really, doesn’t remember the bond you two had, doesn’t remember you as his big sister. It’s not him.
Please don’t get me trashed, that’s just… a bad idea right now. Can we maybe go for a drive instead? I need to clear my head.
But… You can go back and look at the message. It’s still him but it’s tainted with BLI, it reeks of them but deep down there’s enough of him to make this really fucking scary. Is he coming for me, do you think?
