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Gale paces around his new apartment in District 2, his eyes glued to the phone. Thom said he'd call today, but what if he didn't? The sudden ringing shocks him as he's still not used to it, and he answers the phone quickly. "Hello?"
"Gale?" Thom's voice is scratchy on the other end. "Hey,"
"Did you find anything?" Gale asks quickly, cutting him off. "Thom, I need to know." Gale stops pacing to sit in his armchair, bracing himself with his elbows on his knees.
"Gale I don't think…" Thom's voice is gentle and he feels light years away on this gadget.
"Thom, just tell me," Gale pleads.
There's a brief pause and Gale hears his friend sigh on the other side of the phone. "All their bodies were in there." All of their bodies. All of the Undersee's. Mayor Undersee and his wife and even…
After another pause Gale spurts out, "No. You're lying. They would've evacuated them, there had to have been,"
"Stop, Gale," Thom groans, cutting him off. Gale rubs his free hand over his stubble and then presses it into his eyes. "I dug them up and everything, alright? You just have to accept that…"
"Accept that what," Gale snaps, his fingers clenching tighter around the phone and dropping his hand from his face.
"That you can't save everyone," Thom says quietly. "And it isn't your fault." But Gale hangs up because it is his fault. Because he had promised her safety, promised he'd come get her. And he didn't.
A/N: First oneshot I ever wrote! Woo!