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[bythewaves]

Hey, you reached Arnold Benedict of the Benedict Gallery!
Sorry, I can't answer the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you soon.
Bye~!

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[highly_gifted]

I think they are simply lampstones. Artificially made gems that have light trapped inside them.

[Yes, this is the whole message. Make of it what you want.]

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[bythewaves]

Eh? You mean the Silmarils? I suppose they could be, but they're awful bright. You sure they arent some sorta torch or something?

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[highly_gifted]

I think the concept can be adapted to any kind of brightness desired.

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[bythewaves]

Can it be adjusted then? Or are they stuck at one level?

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[highly_gifted]

They're stuck on one level, from what I can tell - filling them with one specific amount of light is a part of the process of creating them.

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[bythewaves]

Oooh. ... huh. I... that's ... really really weird... [ mumbling ] whytheheckgotoallthattrouble...

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[highly_gifted]

You refer to the oath?

[...Perhaps he should check it out after all. He gets up, phone in his hand, to grab the notebook that Arnold noted it down in.]

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[bythewaves]

Yeah, but ... uh, if you're about to go and read it... maybe don't? Like. Seriously, the echo I got with that was extremely M rated.

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[highly_gifted]

I won't necessarily get the same.

And I'll have to look at it at some point.

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[bythewaves]

But you might. I know. I just... would rather spare you what I remember, is all.

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[highly_gifted]

I can wait until I have enough memory pulses to know why you're so freaked out, and then look at it for context.

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[bythewaves]

Thank you. I would prefer that, in honesty. I would not wish these memories on anyone. I am being unfairly adult, I suppose.

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[highly_gifted]

Well, you'll have to be an adult sometimes.

[He'd look at it anyway if it would be something that he really wants, but he's rather uncomfotable with looking at it himself, knowing how it apparently freaked out Arnold and how you cannot set echoes aside, and the memories of his own life that are slowly surfacing in connection with Tony are really enough.]

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[bythewaves]

I am totally adult! But... thanks.

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[highly_gifted]

No problem.

Do you have a doppelgänger?

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[bythewaves]

Er, yeah? Why? Benedict lives here.

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[highly_gifted]

Are you certain that he is safe and doesn't mean you ill?

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[bythewaves]

Benedict is my brother. I trust him absolutely.

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[highly_gifted]

Then you are also certain that he will not attempt to kill you out of jealousy or a similar notion?

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[bythewaves]

[ absolutely firmly and without any doubt or hesitation ]

He is my brother.

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[highly_gifted]

Nat's doppel tried to kill her.

[He's somewhat inclined to believe Arnold, but can't help but wonder if he's really as safe as he thinks that he is.]

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[bythewaves]

[ A hiss of worried concern ] Some of them did, I hear. The Dopples are our... opposites, in a lot of ways. So... some of them are particularly nasty.

But [ Fierce and utterly loyal ] Benedict is my brother. I trust him. Absolutely.

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[highly_gifted]

I want to meet him.

[This is non-negotiable. He will somewhat trust Arnold that this guy is not dangerous, but he also wants to convince himself of that with his own eyes.]

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[bythewaves]

Alright? He's at the castle again but he'll be back this evening - he never likes staying there long. Did you want us to come to you or?

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[highly_gifted]

My parents still don't know, so it would be easier if I come over there.