[DISCONNECTED] Mailbox [IC]

[a_perfect_end]

[he got it to beep just like a tape-fed answering machine]

Greetings!

Recently-deposed Grid management and complaints department.

You know what they say: if you can't say something nice, lay it on me. Do your thing at the tone!

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[alan_1]

[Alan had actually been asking about the first time Flynn died, but Clu’s already made it clear he doesn’t know anything about that, so Alan lets him patter on unhindered. He doesn’t mention that he’s already seen the monster nor that it had broken his arm. Though he feels something dangerously close to sympathy for Clu at the moment, part of him remembers well that Clu will likely hear—or see—that information from Rinzler later.

For now, he’s done the very least he can in this situation. Clu knows the fate of his one-time user—and perhaps Alan knows a little bit more about the admin than he did before.]

I’ll pass the information on to Rinzler. [It’s purely pragmatic. Business-like. It may be all the closing this conversation requires and yet, after a long pause, Alan grudgingly adds two more words.]

Stay safe.

[If only for Rinzler’s sake.]