I can't fix the drops, Tony.

[hotredhero]

Good. Great. I'm glad you're finally getting on the ball with things. I know, there's that other me you have to worry about. Well, as much as I love me--and we both know I love me--he's kind of getting in the way.

So how about we pay more attention to this me? We're losing ground here. People, we're losing people.

Don't try to tell me it's not your fault, because if you'd let me fix it, this wouldn't be happening.

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[hotredhero]

Hey, don't worry about it. It was going to happen.

[Yeah, he's honestly pretty torn up, but it's Tony. He can talk normally even when his heart is breaking. He knew it was coming, but it doesn't make anything easier.]

That's what those places are all about, right? People coming and going so that these players can play their games. I figured...

[He has to pause to get his breath again.]

It can't last forever.

[like_a_gerbil]

[He is going to worry because Steve worries about his friends, even when they're variations of the ones he knows.]

It gets better, Tony. [That grief that has followed him since he was revived is in his voice, but also a hint of hope.] It gets better. Doesn't seem like it, but it eventually does.

And...she could come back. It is possible.

[hotredhero]

Does it? [He sounds a bit bitter and petulant there.]

Because they keep disappearing. I don't see how that is getting better.

[He can only hope everyone will come back.]

It's possible. But is it likely?