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“Hello?”
Arthur’s hand clenches on the die in his pocket. Against all odds, he’s found him. The voice is a little rougher than he remembers, but then, Arthur hasn’t hear this voice in years outside of his dreams. Even then, it had felt dreamlike as this stranger’s voice beckoned to him in the quiet dark of his mind. Teased and lured him back to the waking world. Arthur has no doubt he would have been lost forever without it.
“…Hello?” The man asks again, sounding puzzled.
Arthur had turned in a few good favors for this phone number. He’d thought it was impossible, long given up trying, but someone whispered the name Eames and that’s all Arthur’s ever had to go on trying to track his savior down.
In some strange twist of fate, it turns out Eames has been moving in the same circles as Arthur for some time now, making his name as probably the best forger in the game.
Arthur wants to say something. Ask if he remembers that boy he read to when Arthur was laying in a hospital bed comatose and alone. Say thank you, finally. Eames probably never intended to see him after the hospital though. It’s likely he assumes Arthur is either already dead or still laying in that bed. If he thinks of Arthur at all.
“…is anyone there?”
Arthur presses a button, ending the call, and pulls over his laptop. There are other ways to show gratitude.