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This is the IC inbox for Bucky Barnes at Snowblind.

Network name: @bucky; formerly @j, @username, and @robertsmith

This is the place to contact Bucky over the Network. Contact by voice, text, or video is all perfectly acceptable, and there is no need to plot with me prior to posting in this inbox.

Any contact for @j following day 125, @username following day 190, or @robertsmith following day 224 will be met with the following message: USER NOT FOUND.

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@fenrir, video; evening day 123

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[Time was, or so he had heard, some magical elixir that was supposed to heal every wound and ease every ache. Memories that were one held close became faded and forgotten. Things that were once clear became blurred and hazy.

Some aches, some pains, some memories would never fade, would never leave you no matter how much time passed since their happening. Memories of that day, of seeing the light leave Tifa's eyes as she slumped against that cold, unforgiving wall would likely haunt him for the rest of his life.

Death didn't operate under the same laws within this place. Dying meant little, once the initial agony and shock passed. Death was simply something you endured, something you experienced before your life was recycled.

Speaking to the person who was responsible for that death wasn't an option many people would ever be given. Attempting to understand why the situation had transpired as it had, how things could have gone so wrong so quickly.

Their plan didn't work, and they had come out on the other side with their prices in tow. But without the guilt of knowing they had killed, of knowing they had taken lives when they had struggled so desperately to change.

One despicable act didn't mean you were a terrible, evil person. Sometimes, people committed atrocities in the name of good, in the name of someone else, in an effort to save them. And sometimes it was because they had no other choice.

And so his voice is calm, even, soft and almost gentle, as if he's speaking to someone else, to someone who hadn't stood in front of him mere days ago and ruthlessly carried out their mission.]

Hey. I just - [A pause, followed by a deep intake of breath. What did one say to someone who had killed them?] I know it wasn't your fault. I don't blame you. We were in your way. [Another pause, another breath.]

Take care of yourself, okay?

@j; audio

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[Bucky is already having a terrible night.

Not only is he not alone, a situation he didn't want to be in, but one of the people who has shown up in his shelter is Tifa. It's like a double whammy to hear Cloud's voice coming out of his tablet right on the heels of his conversation with her.

He snarls wordlessly and flings the tablet at the wall. It would catch the sound of tablet hitting wood, briefly on audio, before it cut off.

He will not answer again. He doesn't want to speak to these people, he doesn't want to see anyone here.]