mental link, v important questions;

[narcissithstic]

(Tell me, have any of you spoken to Cathaway within the last two months.)

[The newer Hosts are the most likely suspects, but perhaps through the link—

Perhaps he feels nothing not because of distance, but because she's chosen to keep him locked out. The possibility is a nagging itch at the base of his skull; he'd rather know for certain.]

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[narcissithstic]

( I think it is connected to it. ) [Beyond that, even gifted with Cathaway's brutal clarity, he can't be sure. Perhaps it is flesh and bone— and perhaps not, only something else entirely, undefined by the limits of their comprehension.

It's all fairly obnoxiously philosophical.

Still, he feels that beating heart across the line. An eager rush of excitement, even if the cap is slapped down to stopper it.]

( —What. )

[Ren, that's not how you handle a fan.]

[spideys]

( What what? )

[ Ye...s. Because that clears everything up!

Moving on, moving on. ]

( Uh - anyway, okay. So you hurt the Station? And you think maybe Cathaway's still pissed? )

[narcissithstic]

[For a moment there's no response: on a good day (or a bad one, admittedly) Ren might be prone to distraction, but where mental connections are concerned his focus isn't easily dislodged. Call it a byproduct of years of keen, hateful interrogation.

This time his thoughts are a steady pressure across Peter's own - not painful or cruel, but insistent all the same.]

(Who are you.)

[spideys]

[ Oh, joy. Of all the times for his thoughts to get a little erratic, for someone to zero in on them, and then ask him who he is --? ]

( Who, me? I'm just a normal guy, just a regular dude. )

[ ... who happens to love Star Wars, but that's really not something he should be mentioning here, right? Right. ]

( The name's Peter. )

[narcissithstic]

['Peter'. Odd name, but whatever, it takes all kinds to make a galaxy— or clusters of them with their own individual timelines within the multiverse.]

( Do you know me, Peter? )

[spideys]

( Uh, I guess that depends on who you are. )

[ He knows about the Force, and the Rebellion, and the Jedi and the Sith. But he's not sure he's got any bells ringing for this guy in particular.

Anakin, maybe?

No. No, not Anakin. ]

[narcissithstic]

[ —No, then. Not with that answer, he's sure. Still, it's hard to shake the idea that they're from the same galaxy, or that his responses might be prompted from one of the other hosts somehow.

Perhaps Nathaniel's been saying too much, too freely (again).]

( My name is Kylo Ren. Master of the Knights of Ren, and apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke.

At least, until I was brought here. )

[spideys]

[ Well. Okay.

Peter has officially never heard of this guy, or the 'Knights of Ren' or this 'Snoke' guy. So. Wrong franchise, maybe.

Or maybe there are more movies in the future??? ]

( And now?

You're just a regular schmuck like the rest of us, huh? )

[ Weirdly enough? Peter can kinda relate. ]

[narcissithstic]

( No. ) [It comes with a bitter pang of distaste (offended doesn't even begin to cover the bristling expanse of Ren's bruised ego) narrowing their connection to a sharp, overly fine point.]

( If anything, I've taken a step forward. ) [ -they all have.] ( Cathaway will forgive my transgressions once we've succeeded in bringing this chaos to heel.

I'm certain of it. )

[spideys]

[ Ow. Yeah, there's that rejection of his attempt to find some common ground, making Peter rethink the whole 'relating to this guy' thing.

Clearly he doesn't want to be like anybody else. Which? Is fine, probably. ]

( Yeah? That's uh - that's pretty confident of you. I mean, Cathaway seems pretty cool from the one time we met.

I'm sure she wouldn't hold a grudge, right? She seems like she's got way more important things to do than hold grudges. )