[Finally, a reply. And Beckett sounds - not too bad, actually. Calm. It's almost the same wry but amused tone he used on Clayton when the doctor himself revived.]
How the mighty hath fallen. Clayton Epps, finally admitting that he can't stop me. And all I had to do was die.
[The smirk is right there in his voice. But he sobers up after, humour gone, more contemplative. Maybe even - no, not a chance.]
Jokes aside, I do suppose I owe you - at least an explanation. But face to face, if you don't terribly mind. Does your clinic still have hot water?
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Day 105, noon; voice
Date: 2016-04-08 07:32 am (UTC)How the mighty hath fallen. Clayton Epps, finally admitting that he can't stop me. And all I had to do was die.
[The smirk is right there in his voice. But he sobers up after, humour gone, more contemplative. Maybe even - no, not a chance.]
Jokes aside, I do suppose I owe you - at least an explanation. But face to face, if you don't terribly mind. Does your clinic still have hot water?