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[ifoundthem]

[Newt's communicator has no message; it just beeps. Chances of him actually getting a message are slim, given he doesn't know the network exists, yet.

But if you really want to talk to him, feel free to track him down here.]

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[ninefox]

"A little. Fives caught up to me, fixed me up." He's still processing a lot, but at least the gears feel like they're starting to turn, now. He doesn't smile, and he still looks weary, but not hollow or bitter. Pensive.

"I hesitated, because of - some things you said." Not about death, or Fantasia, the topics that drove him into his obstinacy, but about love, and entrapment, and Fives - "Which was all the chance he needed. So. Thank you. For that."

[ifoundthem]

"He always had a better chance than I did." But that doesn't make Newt at all regretful. "I'm glad I could- help. However little."

Because in the end, Newt's never needed to be the hero.

[ninefox]

He nods.

Jedao finds the meal table fold-out on the infirmary bed, then pulls out a deck of cards - simple but lovely, handpainted, with farm animals frolicking in the borders. The suits are roses, eyes, gears, and doors.

"Remind me whether wizards have poker. Or rummy."

[ifoundthem]

"Ah, we do. And if we didn't, those from Muggle households would."

But, well. He props himself up weakly on a pillow.

"I- never learned much of the game, though."

[ninefox]

"For our purposes the important thing to know is the scoring hands," he begins, proceeding to explain a rapid-fire game of bids and discards that will keep Newt occupied for some time.

[ifoundthem]

Newt, to his credit, listens intently, even if he fidgets with his bedsheet while doing so.