If you hear anything, will you please tell me? I am not sure how much longer my form will hold, or if I'll be able to see you again so soon. I can feel-- [ His voice fades suddenly, the rest of his sentence impossible to parse. ]
--ut... can you... --mise me, Thomas? That you will try.
And I'm afraid I can't... --ive you any answers about ... incident. I'm sorry, Thom-- but I don't be-- I'll be of any help --ere.
[ halfway through, quisma's dramatically fading and cutting out, and thomas has the urge to physically reach out to try to grab him back, as if it would actually help. just as he's talking about his form being unable to hold. an urgency fills him, and he rushes out the last of what he can say, hoping it actually gets through. ]
We'll figure it out - I'll find you again, I promise, just hold on! Keep Holiday holding on.
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--ut... can you... --mise me, Thomas? That you will try.
And I'm afraid I can't... --ive you any answers about ... incident. I'm sorry, Thom-- but I don't be-- I'll be of any help --ere.
thanks a bunch for threading this with me!
We'll figure it out - I'll find you again, I promise, just hold on! Keep Holiday holding on.
np!
Be care--
[ The warbled voice fades entirely, leaving Thomas with his own thoughts again. ]