Mental Link;

[miscreant]

DEVOUR beg for mercy and i will deny you	ASSIMILATE the scourge will wash over this world
LEAD we do what the living cannot	WANDER your kind has no place in this realm

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

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[wrackful]

[No, the feeling in his gut tells him. He's not safe, not here, he needs to be gone. But there are no present threats, nobody nearby except Bellamy, and they're long past the days of him trying to kill Murphy.]

( Yeah. I am. )

[Which is enough of a solid, logical thought that he can hold onto it for a moment, like an anchor. Pause. Take a breath.]

( Look, I know this sounds full-out crazy. I don't know what it is, my bug's special trick or whatever, but it's happened before and it was right. So you have to listen to me. )

[She has to. The need for that is just as strong as the need for him to leave.]

[miscreant]

( John. )

[Calm, in the way only death knows.]

( I believe you. But there is something I must do first. )

[Shepard. Ilde. Noctis. She will not leave them without a warning, at the very least.]

( I will find you when my task is complete. )

[wrackful]

[Surprise ripples clear and open. It's enough to hold him silent for a moment, a heartbeat, and the root of it lingers even as he presses on. He hadn't expected her to believe him - barely believes himself - and the fact she does strikes deeper than just the immediate.]

( Okay. ) [Not okay, but he pushes that feeling aside.] ( Just do it fast. )

[Not that he has any idea how much time they have, if there was any way to gauge degrees of urgency from the ringing alarm in his head.]

( And don't-- ) [let go. Disconnect. But it's almost too much to let himself ask, and he can just hold on from his side.]