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ALAN VARREN ALVA 34 / MALE / KERNS-NORMAN TYPE 1 MORO #029 / MEDBAY PHYSICIAN / RANK NAUTA "Alva. Leave a message."

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[ Scenic isn't exactly what Steve would call it, but it paints a picture he'd rather not have to imagine. Those are the differences that separate them beyond different worlds, what family is and what it means. The way he shifts in his seat reads uncomfortable, but it has nothing to do with Alva's story or what it means to be too deep in something that prides itself on that sort of experimentation. Hadn't that been the start of things back home for him, a personal nerve that's struck each and every time someone mentions it? Eventually, quietly, Steve's shaking his head. ]

We don't talk about it much. [ Not since that first moment they'd met, and Andyr had wanted to break his neck when he thought he'd been Alva's iteration. ] I don't know if it'd be something to bring up with Andyr, and I'm sorry I asked you. [ But he figures Alva's level of honesty wouldn't have been the same as Andyr's, and he wants to keep the conversation as level as possible. ] I wanted to help. If I could.

[ There's a low sigh. ]

Stop them from doing that to more people, to Andyr. Get your daughter back. If there's a way, I wanna find it, and I'm not going to give up until then. [ His expression thins. ] Unless you think it's a bad idea. [ But that still doesn't guarantee he won't try. ]