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"Carter Blake. What do you want?"

With how this time thing works it's not that simple.

I guess my family is just cursed to make stupid mistakes or something.

[At least he wasn't in a frame of mind to critique the hair?]

There's no such thing are curses. There's just stupid shit people do.

[Blake wouldn't be great at following the logic and mechanics here at the best of times, so he falls back on practicality.]

Now you know, right? Forewarned, forearmed, all that crap. If you don't want to do it, then don't.

[He's.... just going to stare at you for a moment here Blake.]

You know what?

Thank you.

I think that was the nicest thing anyone has said about this mess since it started.

[He's expecting "you know what" to be followed by "fuck you" like it usually is.]

[It takes him a second to process.]

Yeah. Sure, kid.

You can lock somebody up for something they did, you can haul them in for something you think they did, but you can't prosecute for a crime they haven't committed yet.

I just hope as people find out... they see it like you do. [He gave him a sad smile, then inclined his head.]

I'll let you get back to sleep.

The past is out of your hands, but the future, that you can do something about.

[Blake yawns]

Sleep tight. Don't be ninja Hitler.

You're explaining this Hitler thing next time we talk. [He huffed, then shook his head.]

Good night Blake. [Annnd hanging up.]

[Blake turns off the phone and lies down to go back to sleep. By morning, it'll feel like a weird dream.]

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