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MURPHY PENDLETON

"Not here right now. Which means I'm probably... somewhere else.
"If you're tryin' to get a hold of me for some reason, just wait for the tone and leave a message after the... thing.
"...Shit, that was... Th-that was bad. Is there some way to do this ov--?" [Beep!]

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[The message is going to Alex, Murphy and Anne. Heather -- who sounds tired and agitated -- hasn't actually thought to make this especially clear, but she hasn't put any sort of filter or encryption on it either so they'll see that should they care to check. It's also deliberately sent in the middle of the night in the hopes that they'll be asleep and not answer right away (because the SH crew are such sound sleepers, gj Heather).]

I. Um. I have to tell you something. It's about Silent Hill. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't know how. But now I know you guys and what you went through there and it's kinda worse now. So I guess I just oughta spit it out.

I think I told you I went there on purpose. To get revenge, because the Order killed my father. But I didn't tell you why. It's kind of a long story, but the important bit is that they wanted revenge on him for taking me away from them. Because it's where I'm from. I was born and raised there, a long time ago. I was called Alessa then, and I was... different. There was something wrong with me, I could do things. Not good things. Make people see things, hurt them. So my – her mother used her to to summon their god. As a sacrifice to bring it, a burnt offering. And to carry it. It worked. My father killed it, and before the girl died she handed him a baby. Me.

But the god was in me too. I didn't know, until I was seventeen. That's when they killed him. I was so angry, so hurt, and it made it strong. After I went there, every time I got angry it would change to that -- that nightmare world.

I stopped it. I killed it, and I think it's gone now. For good. But I had to tell you. I thought you had the right to know that I'm not just -- I haven't just been there. I'm part of it.

So if I never hear from you again, I get it. If you need to yell at me, whatever, I get that too. If you wanna throw me out the airlock -- well, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't.

That's it. Thanks for... for listening.

[...It isn't something that Murphy feels like he can reply to right away. Not without mulling it over for awhile at first. Get over the initial "what the hell?" part and transition into the mindset that -- this is a girl that he's known since he got here. Someone who he trusted well enough to keep his secrets and not judge him for the things he's done. Now, he more or less has a better idea as to why.

[Murphy is just an outsider. He never had any connection to that town like Alex and Heather did. For that, he feels more sympathy for her than anger -- or anything else, for that matter. She was, and is, just a kid in his eyes. A victim of the same circumstances as any other.]

Heather... [He finally musters a response, much as he hates using these devices as a means to communicate. It just feels important to make one thing clear before he can go anywhere:] If anyone, ever... wants to throw you outta an airlock, they're gonna have to go through me.

[Fat lot of good that's going to do, he realizes. But at least no one can say that he wouldn't put his life on the line for it. For her. Hell if he is going to stand aside and watch any more friends get killed in front of him, when he can stop it.]

You ever need to talk, my door's always open to you. That'll never change. Alright?

[There's a long pause. His throat hitches. Finally, he manages to strangle out the words:] Also, uh...? Thanks.

[For trusting him. It isn't something he felt that he deserved for a long time.]

Murph. Thank you. I-

[There's a pause as she thinks, because what she wants</> to say is more than a little presumptuous, and she doesn't know if she's entitled to it.]

I know you're not my father, and I'm not your kid, but... it really means something to me that you're not ashamed or disappointed or whatever. You're... I'll come by sometime. No whiskey, no bongos, I promise.

Thank you.

Tch. Of course I'm not ashamed or disappointed in you. Don't be stupid.

[Sigh. Heather, what's he even going to do with you?]

You're welcome. And... you're free to stop by anytime. Door's always open, I'll have you know. I mean, you listened to be blather on 'bout my problems, so... it's only fair that we look out for each other.

Though, uh... you don't have to make any promises about the "no whiskey" part. [Just saying.]

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