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[lonelynotforsaken]

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Callsign: LO431Y

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[salamanca]

He is. He's more tender-hearted than he lets on. Shhh. Don't tell.

Any air vents?

[lonelynotforsaken]

No.
No windows, either.
No loose bricks or cracks in the concrete.
No cracks in the ceiling.
The only exit from this cell is the door or the barred wall it's on.

[salamanca]

Hey, buck up! Somebody'll come. You know what you can do in the meantime, while you wait?

[lonelynotforsaken]

[No one is coming. He's going to die alone in this cell without ever seeing Jon to make sure he made it here all right. Without ever even being able to talk to him again after stabbing him. 'Where you go, I go.' Romantic bullshit. What a joke.]

Work on trying to pry the bars loose like Shaw suggested?
That's the current plan!

[salamanca]

Drink your own piss! Urine is sterile. I'm not kidding. I knew a guy who survived for days in the desert drinking his own piss.

[lonelynotforsaken]

I don't know how your friend survived.
That's not actually a real thing.
Drinking your own urine dehydrates you faster.
All the salts in it.
Especially when you're already dehydrated.

[salamanca]

You're kidding me! I should've known he was bullshitting. That guy was such a liar.

Okay, new bright side: you didn't have to drink your own piss! That's gotta make you feel better, eh?

[lonelynotforsaken]

Sure.

I'm going to rest for a little while now, Ben.
I'll keep everyone updated when there's a change.

[salamanca]

Goodnight.