How would it fucking help, Yellow? To tell you that the reason I know you so well is because we watched you make someone smash his own fucking head open, that Larson used you like a fucking mule to do whatever he wanted just so he could try and sacrifice you for power at the final moment, if we had let him?
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[There's a breath of silence, and Yellow's voice is shaky underneath the growl.]
Just-- Stay away from me. Keep him away from me. You have what you want, so leave me the fuck alone.
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[His voice softens, equal parts exhaustion and sympathy.]
And I want you to be alright. So if that means I stay away from you, then - sure. Fine. We'll keep our distance.
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[AND SCENE which is to say he hangs up. And then flings his sending stone into a corner of his room where he can ignore it if it makes noise.]