[ The contact is... unexpected, but oddly not unwelcome. Charlie finds himself with the urge to reach out, to cover Myriad's hand with his own, but he quickly dismisses it. There's a line here he shouldn't cross. ]
You know, my old man's a Changer.
[ It just sort of comes out, in an odd attempt to stave off sleep ad loneliness and dreaming of bleeding bodies on his apartment floor ] Weird that I'm not, I know. Fate had different ideas, I guess.
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You know, my old man's a Changer.
[ It just sort of comes out, in an odd attempt to stave off sleep ad loneliness and dreaming of bleeding bodies on his apartment floor ] Weird that I'm not, I know. Fate had different ideas, I guess.