IC Inbox - Entranceway

[directed]

Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[projected]

[He smirks.]

If you must know, I just wanted to ruin your pleasant evening.

[directed]

Oh, how flattering that you'd go to the effort.

[Right then. Eobard means not to tell him, and Rip hardly suspects he'll be able to sway the man. So be it.]

Until the next time we meet, Mr. Thawne.