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Billy Hargrove, 20

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[otherbitches]

[ He listens, processing, sort of, one step behind everything, but he gets the... gist, frowning all the while. Something that wasn't real, that drummed up fear and chaos, until it was real. ]

And if it is a... 'tulpa,' what happens now?

[dead_tongue]

I don't know. I mean... how do you kill an idea?

But we'll think of something. We have to.

In the meantime, please stay safe. I love you, Billy Hargrove, and if I have to resurrect your ass I'll cry.

Keep an eye on Jem too, huh?

[otherbitches]

[ An eye on Jem? Always. ] Of course.

Iggy. [ He is incapable of saying it. He can't. Sorry, Iggy. ] You know I give a shit about you, so can you stop talking like you're about to do something supremely stupid.

What are you going to do? [ Better approach: ] Where are you? Take a knife.

[dead_tongue]

Good. I need my sisterwife.

It's only partly stupid!

I can't say. ...Billy, me with a knife? I'll probably fall on it.

[otherbitches]

Iggy. Gonna need you to start talking.

[ You're gonna have to leave him on read! At least until the horrible murder tableau appears. That, and various other things, will distract him for a time. ]