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If you require my services and have tried to contact me without a response, I may be unavailable. Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I am physically able. Romulus Hart, 1st lieutenant

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I am in the process of tracking you. if you do not gove me your $location, it will take some time

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just bring rope

[He shows up not long after, peering into the pit before working at tying one end of the rope around a sturdy rock.]

I suppose we must be thankful that it was not lined with spikes. Remain seated, please.

[Ughh. He really doesn't want to be rescued by Rome. :|]

Just shut your mouth and lower the rope.

No. You are injured, you cannot climb by yourself without risking further injury.

[Rome jumps into the pit, rope in his hand, landing firmly several feet from Morgan.]

I don't need both feet to climb a rope.

[He's actually using the light of the PCD to illuminate the pit, shining it in Rome's direction.

His ankle isn't broken, at least. Sprained, maybe, at worst.]

And I don't need more help from you.

[There's a pause. Some small semblance of calm breaks.]

If you will kindly cease speaking and allow me to assist. I came this far, and unless you want to sit here in pain or make it even worse, you will cooperate. Sit down now, and I will investigate your injury.

Don't tell me what to do, you arrogant little prick.

[It's snapped, irritated, but he leans down and tugs up the hem of his pantleg regardless.]

Well then, allow me to extend my most humble apologies for saving you.

[He barely glances at it.]

That isn't broken. You lied to me.

It's dark and it fucking hurts.

[--but there's a note of relief in his voice. Recovering from a broken ankle as a dancer? Sucks.]

Are you sure?

[He huffs and crouches down, jabbing sharply at it with his finger.]

[And Morgan yells.]

What the fuck?!

I'm sure.

[He stands back up.]

[And Morgan growls at him, hobbling a little unsteadily to his feet and heading for the rope.]

You're going to make it worse.

[Huffing, nudging him ouy of the way.]

Get on my back.

I'm not going to get on your back. I don't need a piggyback ride.

[He's grabbing at the rope himself.]

You are going to injure yourself.

[Grabbing it away from him.]

I'm already injured. I'll be fine. [Grabbing the rope, yanking it hard.]

That's the point of-

[Snap.]

[And he holds the rope in his hand, staring blankly down at it.]

.. oh.

[There's a long pause. Romulus stares at the rope for a moment, before looking up at Morgan.]

...I am very tempted to punch you right now.

.. this wouldn't have happened if you didn't try to make me get on your back.

You cannot blame me for everything, Morgan.

[He thumps to a sitting position.]

Can, too.

If I were the person you thought I was, do you really think I'd have tried to help you?

[Quietly, as he starts searching for a way he can vault himself out.]

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