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text - morning 008

[salamanca]

[ This text comes through the next day, early on Morning 008. Lalo stares at his walkie, trying to figure out what to say, how to fashion his words.

Elation that he is, indeed, alive again, and then temptation to muse on what the philosophical ramifications of that might be - is muted by feeling covered in the stench of failure, remembering the foreign-to-him feeling of utter helplessness as he spun upside down. That single final word before he died, "pet," replays over and over in his memory, growling into his ear. Not being able to see the person before they approached, if it even was a person? Crawling right into a trap, like an idiot.

He thinks about not texting Rust at all, but even in his current state, long-term he knows that's bad strategy; he needs information and clues from the others if he's going to ever get out of here. Besides, fuck, maybe he owes this asshole something. (Is this how owing people works? It's a concept Lalo has always been a little fuzzy on, except when other people owe him money, and then all of the sudden it miraculously becomes crystal clear.)

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then taps out his response. ]

guess shaw isnt crazy after all. ;) or not that crazy anyway. hi. its ben. im ok.

[aluminumandash]

Where are you?

[salamanca]

Based on the position of the sunrise, somewhere on the northeast coast. Pretty beat up area. Leaves and fruit shells everywhere. Tide hasn't come in yet but waves look bad. Thinking I should move fast.

[aluminumandash]

Alright, get with you later.