IC Inbox - Entranceway

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

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[Rip huffs out a laugh at that, well aware of just what Mick means. It seems that trait wouldn't ever change, be it here or at the Oculus, when the man saves Rip's life but cautions him that it isn't because he suddenly sees him as a friend.]

Perish the thought, Mr. Rory.

[Rip doesn't hold any illusions that they would ever be friends. But has he come to respect Mick Rory in the days after his tenure as Chronos? Certainly.]

Perhaps he did. But that is something you would need to take up with Mr. Snart. [Although of course Rip's preference would have been that Mick not learn about that particular aspect of the future, he would have hoped Leonard would be the one to dictate just how the knowledge came to light. Since that doesn't seem to be the case, he can only point Mick in the direction of his partner now.]

[boilover]

I guess I gotta talk to Snart.

[That was his only option but, understandably, he was stalling. He didn't know how to deal with it and he didn't want to go out there and deal with it. This was Leonard Snart. He might have been mad at him and he might hate him right now but he was his best friend. For almost thirty years now, on and off, though more on than anything, they were together. And then, just like that, one job goes wrong.

And he's gone. Forever.

It's not going to be easy but he know he has to find out, he has to know. What else could he do? Rip and Ray weren't the answers here. He needed Leonard.]

You're not very helpful, you know? Just. In general. You mostly kind of suck.

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[Understandable or otherwise, in Rip's eyes it also remains inevitable. Beyond that, he suspects Leonard would hardly appreciate Rip attempting to argue his case to Mick, rather than allowing Leonard to do so himself.

On the plus side, he's rather used to such brands of insults. When Mick spits out his rather blatant observation, Rip considers it with a shrug.]

Perhaps so. [But as Mick has realized, Rip simply cannot provide what he is after.]

Good luck, Mr. Rory.