Voicemail Post

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey. This is Atton. If you're getting this, I'm either not around or I can't tell you where I am, so leave a message and I'll figure out if I want to get back to you."

Beep.

Comments

[notconflicted]

You’ll miss it right up until the point where you really do get shot at, at which point you should remember that dying is still off limits.

She knew she was going to have to train herself to stop caring, here, but that one was going to stick.

[suitably_heroic]

Trust me, my body's first in line to get in my face about it if I forget about that, Atton texted with a sigh.

Stupid Force power.

Nothing falling down over there yet?

[notconflicted]

That’s a more complicated answer than you probably want. It’s hard to fall down when nothing was really up.

[suitably_heroic]

But not a lot is going up, by the sounds of it.

[notconflicted]

It was a minute before she answered that, because she didn’t want to unload on him if he didn’t want to hear it, and because she was feeling pretty guarded in general these days.

It hasn’t been easy.

So she went with the total understatement.

[suitably_heroic]

Can you vague that up for me a little more? I'm still spotting some hazy details here.

[notconflicted]

She typed out and deleted a variation of Do you really want to hear this? twice, and briefly considered just calling.

In short: my father’s bad decisions mean I’m struggling not to lose half of the worlds we already hold, the triumvirate dismisses everything I say even when I’m arguing public opinion

The Sith are still out there and I can’t get approval to look for them, can’t send anyone because we’ve lost more Knights in the war than I can admit

I’m the only one in said triumvirate who knows anything about acting as a government which doesn’t say much, entire worlds need to be rebuilt/populations relocated and wartime ruined too many resources

And there are three people and a dog in an entire galaxy ego still treat me like an actual person.

*who

That’s what you get for sarcasm, Atton. A wall of text.

[suitably_heroic]

I'd give you my advice, but my advice involves yelling 'Run!' and pointing over your shoulder, Atton typed. Not sure how much use that's going to be for your stubbornness.

[notconflicted]

There’s nowhere I could really run to, anyway. It’s just a matter of powering through.

You know. Till she died.

[suitably_heroic]

See, that just shows you've got a lack of imagination. I can think of at least fifty places you could run to off the top of my head.

But then running was Atton's #1 skillset.

[notconflicted]

You’re better at this than me. And less recognizable.