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[thisismadfreaky]

"Yo, you've reached Cisco. Text me, voicemail is so outdated, guys."

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[asphyxiaphilic]

no

she didn't go home

that's when they switched

please dont tell the queen

nobody's supposed to know

[thisismadfreaky]

[It crashes in on every side. It makes sense. It makes so much sense. Caitlin had been tested, she didn't have the gene. It didn't make sense for her to go home and suddenly become a meta for no reason at all.

This, though... this made sense. Because they--the mirrors--are images of them, but they aren't them, certain, fundamental things could be changed however the Queen saw fit to be useful to her. And of course a psycho like that would find the evil meta doppelganger of his best friend useful, wouldn't she?

But...

But, he can't say anything. Not because of the promise. If he thought it would do him any good, he could deal with breaking a promise to save her. But...but if he said anything to anyone, people would panic. A Mirror on the Real side? What was the Queen planning? How long had she been here, how many more of them weren't the true Reals? What game was being played? The kind of in-fighting that could all create...Cisco doesn't want to consider it. Hysteria starts with just one seed of doubt, after all, and the last thing Wonderland needs is everyone even more distrustful and on edge than they usually are.

So, really...he's stuck. He can't make a move on this information. Not yet, at least.]

What does she want?
With Caitlin... why her?

[asphyxiaphilic]

I've already said too much

I'll lose my head if I

[It's written, and then scratched out.]

I'm sorry

I can't

[thisismadfreaky]

Okay...okay, you don't have to answer.

[He hesitates, but he can't stop himself from asking.]

...is she at least okay? Can you say that much?

[asphyxiaphilic]

she misses you

[thisismadfreaky]

[He curls in on himself at those words. It hurts to hear-- see, whatever. It hurts to think about. What kind of things could be happening to her on the other side of this glass. He chews on his thumb as he considers his options. Currently, there isn't much, but...]

I don't know if you can, but...if you have the chance...can you just tell her

Tell her I'll find a way to get her back.

[asphyxiaphilic]

I will.

You're so smart

I know you'll think of something.

[thisismadfreaky]

Thank you.

Not just for relaying the message, but for saying anything all. You didn't have to. [And given what little he knows about the goings-on, on that side of things? Probably shouldn't have.]

I hope so.

[asphyxiaphilic]

of course i had to

we're friends right?

[Ugh, he's going to need a shower after all of this.]

[thisismadfreaky]

[It's kind of ridiculous that, despite the short amount of time he's talked to this mirror, whoever it was on the other side, that it even means anything at all. But once desperate, always desperate, right? Cisco will probably never really stop craving affections of every variety.]

Yeah, of course.