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>You slouch your back as you let tenna in the know on azzy, it's best he knows this before... well... you know...
>"Well, Asriel. He’s doing fine, I guess. He’s got good grades and his life is ok. At least not until later."
>"Not until... later?"
>Tenna leans forward, screen dimming with concern. The fake stage lights hush to a soft amber glow.
>"What happens 'later,'? Does he-does he fail a class? Get sick? Does he... stop singing?"
>His voice tightens around the words like they might break him.
>"Look… I may be a glorified rerun machine with commitment issues and a flair for drama, but I care. That kid used to press his forehead against my screen for the fun of it.
>He pauses. The silence hums.
>"...And then one day, he didn’t come back."
>Tenna’s antennae twitch weakly.
>"So if something’s coming, if life starts getting heavy on him too, I wanna know. Not for ratings. Not for plot twists."
>He points at his chest.
>"For this. Whatever this is under the suit and static."
>Oh boy, now's the moment of truth. Time to tell him what's gonna happen to azz, to dess, too... You take a deep sigh, praying to the angel this goes well... And with a heavy heart, explain to tenna what's been going on outside.
