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[ She hasn't set up a voicemail and she never will. ]

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[hissterics]

MURDER★MITTENS: are you tal;king about hordak

[dumbjockenergy]

MEOW MEOW BITCH: no
MEOW MEOW BITCH: someone named horde prime
MEOW MEOW BITCH: but he kind of looked like horak
MEOW MEOW BITCH: or kohime's hordak

[hissterics]

[ Wait . . . she knows the name . . . ]

MURDER★MITTENS: what did you remember

[dumbjockenergy]

MEOW MEOW BITCH: not just me, the other adora
MEOW MEOW BITCH: its
MEOW MEOW BITCH: a lot

MEOW MEOW BITCH: i dont know if over text is a good idea

[hissterics]

MURDER★MITTENS: where are you

[dumbjockenergy]

MEOW MEOW BITCH: i'm on my way to zrael in the elevator

[hissterics]

[ oh buddy ]

MURDER★MITTENS: im not at zrael
MURDER★MITTENS: jusst let me in fin's balcony

[dumbjockenergy]

MEOW MEOW BITCH: okay

[ and then she rushes back, already waiting on FiN's balcony, face pale. ]

[hissterics]

[ She's perched on the railing, tail twitching a bit anxiously.

And also probably as far from the giant metal dragon that sleeps out here as possible. ]

[dumbjockenergy]

Sabre!

[ Adora's immediately sweeping her up into a crushing hug, just hold her for a moment. Then--

I need to see your neck. I'll explain after. Okay?

[hissterics]

[ She makes a startled little sound, not returning the hug since she's latched onto a thin metal bar and all.

The last time Adora came toward her this quickly was-- ]

Adora-- What's going on?

[dumbjockenergy]

I promise I'll explain, okay? Just let me--

[ she pushes Sabre's hair aside to feel around at her neck. ]

[hissterics]

[ There's a round little mottled scar at her nape ]

How many memories did you take this time?

[dumbjockenergy]

[ no no no

it was a commonality in their worlds, then. shit. ]

Two each. They were-- There were things the same. It...It looks like the same thing happened in both of our universes-, but--

[ she's panicking. ]

You really don't remember anything? About this scar? About-- anything?

[hissterics]

[ The more Adora panics, the more Sabre panics ]

No! You're freaking me out, what's going on?!

[dumbjockenergy]

I had a memory where you were taken captive, and this Horde Prime guy demanded I surrender myself for you when I went after you. And then the other Adora got a memory of Kohime all weird...like she was being controlled to fight her? With this chip thing in her neck.

And she-- They were fighting on this platform, and--

[ calm down, she needs to calm down ]

Kohime fell. Right into the darkness and that's where it stopped.

[hissterics]

[ One of Sabre's hands flies to the back of her neck, paling a little like she's just had cold water dumped on her ]

But-- But our worlds aren't the same!

[dumbjockenergy]

I know, but-- What if some things are? What if--

[ this is awful ]

You don't remember anything after that, but what if Kohime does? Maybe?

[hissterics]

Even if she does, she wouldn't tell me!

[dumbjockenergy]

Yes she would. And if she wouldn't, I would make her.

[hissterics]

You really think that's going to work?

[dumbjockenergy]

Yes! And if it doesn't I'll keep buying memories until we know!

[hissterics]

[ She tenses up, ears flattening. If she's really dead back home, then -- then what's left for her after this place? ]

Why? So we find out, what then? What's the point?

[dumbjockenergy]

Because if it's true, then I'm going to find a way to change it, okay?! I refuse to let that just...just happen!

[hissterics]

[ Snapped, harsher than intended: ] Stop being stupid!

[ And then a pause, fists clenching, claws pricking into her own hands. ]

You can't change the past, Adora. If I'm really dead back home, then--

[ Her mouth snaps shut, like she doesn't actually know how to finish that thought. ]