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It didn’t hurt in this place.
She didn’t remember much after the blast, only that a voice had told her she only had one call to make when she woke up in this foggy place. A dream? And didn’t people in jail get just one call?
Nanial staggered forward, noticing a large box in the middle of the haze. In what felt like hours, she finally reached it. She saw that it was a pay phone. There had been vids of these things, and she patted her nearly destroyed bloody armor.
A quarter. Heh.
The blonde didn’t waste any time in putting the quarter into the machine as she cradled the headset between her ear and shoulder. Before she could press any buttons, it started ringing, her mangled hand falling to her side.
She waited, beginning to feel the pain beginning to wash over her body, but she waited.
“H… Hello? Who is this?”
Nanial smiled even though it ached to do it. “Liara,” she croaked out.
“N… N-Nanial? How? What are you doing? No, how in the Goddess are you doing- No, am I dreaming? Oh Goddess, Nanial…”
There were choked sobs on the other end. Nanial rested her head against the pay phone, feeling the strain to breathe as if there was a heavy pressure on her chest. “Liara, I don’t have much time here, but I got a phone call and… I wanted to… to let you know I’m on my way back. I made a promise.”
The phone disconnected with a beep.