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[Jo's voice sounds oddly restrained when it comes out over the network, cautious and uncertain as though she's swallowing something down, holding it back. She doesn't trust herself to use the video function at the moment-- and honestly, considering what she has to say, it doesn't seem appropriate.]

It's been a couple of days since I've been able to get in touch with my mom.

[For anyone else, a couple of days might be negligible, but she and Ellen have been damn near inseparable since Jo's arrival. Even after moving to the research center, they'd lived together, kept close tabs on each other.

Two days without any sign of Ellen was bad news.]

I'm not holding my breath. Pretty sure she's gone.

[And for them, going home doesn't mean much. What was there to go back to?]

I just-- I thought people oughta know. She had a lot of friends here.

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I appreciate it.

[Somehow, it feels like an underwhelming response, but what else can she say? She's not even sure exactly what she feels right now.

She should be happy, shouldn't she? Going back means going to Heaven, if her sources are worth anything, but...

But she's never been without Ellen before, unless it was by choice. Even then, it wasn't for long.]

It happens all the time, right? ... I should be glad that she got out.

It's not always so personal when it happens.

[Friends are one thing. Family, and honorary family, is another. Being happy that someone has gone on, or isn't suffering anymore, does not take away your grief on the subject. Meja isn't even sure that everyone leaves this place, wherever it is, when they're taken, but that's not what you tell someone who just lost someone.]

She might come back. We've had a lot of that, as of late.

Knowing what she's going back to is what makes it worse.

[Because she just can't wrap her head around Heaven at this point. All she can think of are the inevitable scorchmarks left behind by that explosion. The ash, the debris. Nothing there that's recognizable.

Nothing left to bury. Not even enough for a hunter's funeral.]

You have a point. There are a lot of people turning back up, but--

[But what if the person in question is dead?]

Just feels kind of like a longshot.

Perhaps. But as everything else is as much of a longshot, there is no reason to close that door, just yet.

[It's not healthy to sit around and wait, but there's no need to write it off completely, in Meja's mind. Stranger things happen on a regular basis.]

If I hear anything different, you'll be the first to know.

[More information would come in handy right about now.]

[It's unseen, but Jo nods stiffly. It feels a little silly to hope, to think that there's any coming back from where her mom's gone to, but--

Considering where they are, yes, stranger things have happened.]

... thanks. Even if nothing ever comes up, I--

[She sighs.]

I appreciate it.

[Meja thinks about after her own mother had died, after the funeral when all of the sympathetic faces had vanished and her father had gone back to the icy wilds. She well remembers how lonely she'd felt, and how alone.

No one should have to feel like that.]

Any time, vennen. You have people here for you; all you need do is ask.

I'm not used to having people.

[There's a long pause, but she smiles to herself, just a little. The Harvelles had always had friends, extended family, but so many of them were transient -- you couldn't always depend on them to be there when you needed them.]

Thank you, Meja. Really. I'll remember that.

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