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[There's the sound of a crash, and a crunch, and then buttonmashing]

Matt! I think this bloody thing broke! I'm tryin' to record me bleedin' message and...

Oh, I think...oh shite.

Uh. Hey. This is Eden. Leave one. If yeh want.

Matt how do I get this bloody thing to shut off?

[BEEP]

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[There is an extremely sour look on her face]

Once we got along, yeh know? Then she stopped wantin' to talk to me, well, whatever, I didn' really fuckin' care.

But.

Shite happened. Zach...and Eoin...and Jamie. She doesn' like people to speak their minds, it's not me burden.

Yeah, you did. You two snap at each other too much for two people who don't care. What happened with Zach?

I wasn' super close to Zach or anythin'. We were friends. He was nice to me. He looked like Eoin, but anyone with eyes could tell them apart.

[Eden stares at her sandwich]

Claire was super close to him. But then...I don' know. He got sad. He was miserable. I don' think anyone really knew except the people close to him. And maybe she tried to help, but...

[There's a pause, and a scowl]

When he left, I Saw it. He told me not to tell her.

He's got one of those faces. [Juuust an observation.] But she found out that you knew, anyway?

No. But she told me if I ever said his name again she'd kill me.

[Omnom]

Look. I met her da, okay? She has no sense of fuck all. She butts in where I never asked for her bloody opinion. She doesn' give a shite about why I said what I said to Jamie, and so fuck it. Why the hell do yeh want me to bother, Chase?

Right now? Because I like both of you and there are occasions when it would be useful if you could be in the same room without turning the air blue.

[At least he's honest. What, you thought this was all altruistic?]

In the long term I don't think carrying on the dispute is making either of you very happy. Why did you tell him to kill himself?

[There's a really quiet pause]

When yeh know how yeh'll die, it's a bit of hypocrisy to deny it to someone else, innit?

[And no, he's not going to address the direct issue in that, though he watches her for a moment before he speaks.]

If you were going to walk under a bus, would you let someone else cross the street without looking?

People have a right to their own lives, Chase. If he wanted to die, it was his business to do it. I never said I wouldn' be sad. I just said I'd help him.

All this selfishness shite, this crap about stayin' alive for the people who care about yeh, that's selfish in itself. He was me friend, once. I'd be a piss poor one if I didn' give him at least his own say in what he did with himself.

Suicide is selfish. So are most things most people do, most of the time. But that's not the only reason it's a dumb thing to do. Yes, life can suck. And the only way of guaranteeing it's never going to get any better is to end it. I understand why you've got your own feelings on the matter, but that wasn't his last resort. There are other ways friends can help before it gets to that.

[See that scowl, Chase? It's the one that says you're touching a nerve, and soon that nerve is going to press back]

What?

[She pushes the rest of her sandwich away, and picks up her book]

I'm not talkin' about it.

Fair enough.

[Well, he wasn't expecting this to be easy.]

Should Claire have known how you felt about it?

No. Claire should have kept her trap to her fuckin' self. Not everyone cares that she's the world's golden child, yeh know.

[Sorry Eden, he laughs at that and shakes his head.]

I think in her world she's been on the run from the government. Not sure who that reminds me of.

[She just gives him a look]

Not her world's, Chase. The world's.

[That book is snapping shut]

She's not a golden child. And she's not always right. But you could do with taking a step back and thinking about whether she's got as much right to wanting to help as you do, whether you agree with the how or not.

I didn' tell her not to help, Chase. I just told her not to fuckin' interrupt me conversation!

[Eden is starting to get frustrated, and she stands]

I'm sick of people standin' up for her! I'm sick of people decidin' that I'm fuckin' wrong about this. I may be wrong but I don' go about tellin' anyone else that they can' have their bloody opinions!

Eden.

[He doesn't go to move, just folds his arms where he sits.]

I'm trying to have a conversation, not make a judgement. Do you think I didn't stand up for you, too?

Why the hell did yeh go to her first, Chase? I lived with yeh!

[She's getting more and more agitated]

The conversation came up with her first. It's not a matter of preference.

[Eden knows she's being unreasonable, and she knows she's being stubborn and difficult and she knows she's being a bitch but it doesn't seem to stop her. She grabs her bag and stalks out of the lab]

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