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It was a long, tense, awkward silence that filled the room as MePhone sat down on the edge of the table. He kept his gaze away from both of the other people there, just seeming so down, and well, Knife couldn't blame the guy for that. In retrospect TestTube putting him in a different room had clearly been a bad idea, but it was too late to go back on that now. He was... Out here now, and he was alive, and awake, and at least on basic levels, he seemed to be functioning.

It still felt off that he was still missing an entire arm, but TestTube said she hadn't been able to figure out how to properly mesh her technology with the meeple technology when it came to his limbs yet. That's why all she could do for his leg was patch it up. Knife had to wonder if it still hurt at all. He had walked with a slight limp while coming down the hall to sit in here. But obviously, he wasn't going to ask about that. It wasn't even the most pressing matter about all of this, either. There were either gaps in his memory, or things he just didn't know, or were lied about.

"Hey... TestTube,"

"Yeah?" She looked over at Knife, her expression concerned at the moment. It seemed like she had a lot on her mind, too.

"Can... We talk?"

She just blinked, not seeming to get it.

"Yeah, of course," Not moving.

"I meant uh--..." Knife glanced at MePhone, who was just staring at his hand at the moment, though it was a bit hard to tell for sure with his long hair mostly in his face. "In private." He glanced back to the scientist.

"Oh. Um," She glanced over at MePhone, too. It was as if she was waiting for any sort of reply from him, to see if he'd be okay with it, but he didn't speak. He seemed to be in his own little world at the moment.

"Okay," She lowered her voice, getting up from her seat.

"MePhone, we're um-- If you need either of us, just... Call out, okay? we won't be going far,"

MePhone just let out a small, quiet hum to show he was listening, but he didn't move much, only lowering his hand to place against the cold table below him.

So the two of them stepped away, down the hall. Knife made sure to keep his voice quiet as he started the conversation;

"What are we supposed to tell him?"

"Well, we need to fill him in on the last four months... Probably tell him that Cobs can't hurt him anymore..."

"Do you think he... He's the one who killed him, right?"

"That's probably what happened, yes,"

"Do you think he's even aware that he did?"

"We... Don't know what he knows. I... See how that could be a problem."

"He thinks Trophy is dead, TestTube."

"Yes, and we're going to tell him he's not... But we should definitely be gentle about all of this."

"Yeah, like either of us are good at that."
TestTube opened her mouth to object to that, but... Knife had a point. She had already upset OJ enough with all of this, and who's to say her telling MePhone anything about all of this wouldn't make him feel worse.

"... Who else would we... Well... We need to tell people eventually, if... OJ hasn't told anyone else,"

"He hasn't."

A bit of silence, before TestTube let out a sigh;

"How... Is he doing, by the way?"

"He's been out of his office a bit more. I think Paper and Bomb are really helping him get over all of this."

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