*17 -mind- its hard to explain*
3: well you two better get her back before she gets pregnant or some shit.
17: oh, thats highly unlikely.
4: knowing you, please dont explain why.
17: got it.
3: just hurry it up. *he leaves*
4: hows 8?
3: shes doing ok. Any news on callie?
17: still with the octarians.
3: damnit! How long is it going to take you two!?
4: it shouldnt be much longer.
4: our last reports from 14’s intel say... *She pulls out her phone to check*
Blah blah fabric tape, blah blah hypno shades blah blah- HOLY SHIT!
17: what is it!?
4: *gulp* she had a ring on her finger.
3: OH MY COD!! WHAT’S THE STONE!?
4: looking closer... oh shit. Obsidian.
17&3: NO!
17: i dont know who you are, or where i am. I have people that i miss and who are probably scared that I’m gone, people who count on me. I have every right to be scared.