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[spacedisaster]

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[cruelyethuman]

It would be no trouble at all, Peter. I greatly dislike seeing friends- [And that is still a strange things to put in to writing, but it comes out all the same, sent over the network before he has a chance to think of a different name for what Peter is] in prison. It would only raise suspicion if there were any one left to raise that alarm. But very well, you know how to contact me if you need a hand.

I will safe you a fish, then. For when you get out.

[spacedisaster]

[ Look at that, Aleksander saying the F word. Peter pauses for a moment, making sure he read that right. Oh, yeah, he sure it. It's...very nice. ]

That's a good point. You'll be one of the first friends I'll think about if I need help, promise.

[ It's a shorter than list that one would expect. ]

Hm, yes, good. With so much water around, I bet that the seafood is very good. [ And because he's still worried too, Peter adds. ] How are you coping? With the temporary loss of magic, I mean. It's is a bit better now?

[cruelyethuman]

I will hold you to that promise.

I am still here, and I would say that is a testament to how well I'm doing like this. [There a pause in replies, before the last part of his message sends.] I still have my concerns about it. We will talk later, when our conversation is now over this network.

[spacedisaster]

Good, that's fair.

You have always been resilient, it's a good skill. All right. Until then, take care, Aleksander.

[cruelyethuman]

Take care, Peter.