[The question seems too monumental to be only one word, too great to be confined to three small letters and take up only one syllable. It's small and sharp, like the tip of a knife blade, keen and harsh and painful, and it wounds exactly the same. Except not exactly, emotionally and not physically.]
Cecil.
[His head presses further into the speakers, letting the static surround him and comfort him. If he listens long enough, if he waits, surely Cecil will come on the air.]
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Cecil.
[His head presses further into the speakers, letting the static surround him and comfort him. If he listens long enough, if he waits, surely Cecil will come on the air.]