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[It takes a second, but he adds]

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Serial killers?

[A little laugh.]

The only ones of those you'll find around here are the kind that show who they are immediately. You don't need a detective for that sort.

[Shadows under his pale red eyes, since Rhode left- paler, thinner than usual, but not quite aware of it. He carries himself confidently though, perhaps a bit too confidently for the priest collar he's wearing. Conveniently enough, the cross that's wound around his neck is slightly scratched. The chain looks as if it had been broken in several places and then repaired expertly.

That, and a million other little details. Sherlock's going to have a field day with this one.]

[The video clicks on, and the detective looks him right in the eye.]

Truly, Father?

That's the way it's always happened. We've never had an unsolved mystery here.

That will change.

What makes you so sure?

It takes someone to see what others do not, someone to ask the right questions.

You sound very confident, sir.

Which war was it?

Hm?

You carry yourself like someone who's seen too much, and who's used to taking command in difficult situations. Your cross is damaged. Uncaring? No, it's repaired, in several places, and not inexpertly. It's a time of frugality, then, but still an image you're clinging to. Maybe it happened here... but then again, no, there's been time for the repaired points to tarnish, and none of them are fresh. These were by the same hands, and some time ago, so at home then. A priest clinging to an image in the face of adversity? Could be a charity, but then again no. You're a man of the cloth who has dark circles under your eyes. Shot in the dark- nightmares, but it's a good one. Sleeplessness, nightmares, images, repairs, and a Father with the posture of a field marshall.

Which war?

[He raises an eyebrow, quite obviously impressed.

Well.]

...the Gargantua rebellion. We were stationed in the neutral zone, but-

[It didn't stay neutral for long. A hollowness touches his eyes at the memory though, expertly played.]

That is interesting.

I've been told by several people that no such place exists in their world.

I've read the feeds. The descriptions of multiverse.

Exactly. So you wouldn't know about the battle- but then again, neither would I, really.

[He shrugs.]

They liked to keep us in the dark- until the enemy started bombing churches, I suppose.

Nightmares, then.

...Unfortunately.

Even after all this time?

It hasn't been that long.

Yes it has. I can see how far back your posts date.

Soldiers have nightmares for the rest of their lives, sometimes. I'm different?

Apparently so, from what I'm reading.

Ah.

You know, people don't normally do that.

[He purses his lips in a little frown.]

Why on earth not? The information is freely available-

[He sounds almost bored.]

Maybe they're afraid of what they'll find out.

[Raising an eyebrow.]

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