[After lockdown finally lifts, Beckett receives a message from England. It's very businesslike, but there's an undercurrent of concern in England's carefully enunciated words.]
Good morning. I'd like to inquire as to your status.
[That particular morning was anything but good. But by the time Beckett answers England, he's at least gathered himself enough to answer with something other than the bitterest of cynicism.]
Having nothing but wit left to your name will do that to you. I can't complain, though it might be nice to have a little less gallows and a little more humour occasionally.
Maybe it's better this way. I have a sneaking suspicion it would more likely result in violence.
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@SceptredIsle; voice; day 130
Date: 2016-06-23 11:28 pm (UTC)Good morning. I'd like to inquire as to your status.
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Date: 2016-06-27 04:02 pm (UTC)Still alive, and still loathing it.
[Not the bitterest. He swears.]
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Date: 2016-06-29 02:45 pm (UTC)Fair enough. I'm feeling fairly rubbish, as well.
You're not on the verge of death, I presume?
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Date: 2016-07-04 07:01 am (UTC)Is your friend American ruing his people's obsession with atomics, yet?
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Date: 2016-07-13 04:31 am (UTC)As for America, I haven't asked. I don't think it would result in a very productive conversation.
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Date: 2016-07-22 02:39 pm (UTC)Maybe it's better this way. I have a sneaking suspicion it would more likely result in violence.