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[jumpthegun]

You've reached Dr. John Watson. Please leave a message.

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[devoutish]

[Fuck.]

Watson. John. Listen to me. I'm here in a building with two or three people who are like you. I need you to tell me how we can stop you.

[jumpthegun]

Long live the Proph- Nngh... [John shakes his head. This is important. He shouldn't tell Alfie. He needs to tell Alfie. No. He needs to kill Alfie. Alfie is one of them. He can't be trusted and what's more, the man is trying to use him to stop the others. Everyone else has to be free to get Alfie and the others.]

Kill. Kill us. Kill us before we kill you. Lock us up. I can't get out of these handcuffs. I need to get out of them. You're gonna destroy everything if I don't get out.

[There's another loud rattling sound, this one more prolonged along with quiet hisses and grunts from John as he tries to break himself free.]

[devoutish]

Have you got anything strange about you? Extra powers?

[jumpthegun]

Just seeing you lot for what you are.

[So, that's a no. It's growled out again as John slips into the madness once more.]

[devoutish]

And what are we? Do you think I don't want to go home?

[jumpthegun]

I think you'll stop at nothing to get out. You'll destroy this town and everyone in it. You don't care about the people here, about the Prophet and what they meant to this place. What they still mean.

[devoutish]

Tell me what they mean.

[This could be a useful clue, later.]

[jumpthegun]

[Or this could be the wild ramblings of a religious zealot who really has no idea what's going on and is trying to fill in the blanks.]

You'd know if you weren't trying to destroy everything.

[devoutish]

Answer the question.

[jumpthegun]

Long live the Prophet.

[Also fuck you. You're not his boss!]

[devoutish]

Watson, I can guarantee you - the more you tell me now, the less you'll hate yourself later.

[jumpthegun]

I'm gonna already hate myself in the morning, Alfie. Whether because I didn't kill any of you... or because I let the rest of them do it. Don't call me again.

[You're getting hung up on, mate.]