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[ There's a low, pleased laugh from Eames, quickly working his way through the streets to make it to the center of the City, where the carousel so stands. ]
It is good to hear from you, Yusuf.
[ Maybe it seems a strange thing to say, when Yusuf is so convinced that they've gone down together - he wonders if there's some sort of time discrepancy here, too, as there had been with Ariadne, or if it's simply the conclusion the chemist immediately comes to, which is more logical than anything else, nothing Eames can blame him for. He just wishes things were so simple, really, rather than the convoluted tangle it has come to be. ]
All right, I'm- ah, there you are. [ With that, Eames clicks off the device, raising a hand to wiggle his fingers at the chemist as he approaches, looking him over appraisingly. ]
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without a touch of madness