"I should! I took down all the numbers when I started writing those letters."
And he got a bunch of them, thanks to Lightning - who saved up all the numbers for the mission guide so long ago. It's like pieces coming together, their actions they had no clue would go anywhere leading them to this opportunity.
First he has to find what page they would be on, with scribbled out shopping lists, attempts to track his arms band inventory and what else there; the days he decided to write to himself, just to distract his mind.
It takes a minute, but when he finds it, a finger taps the page.
"Here. Biq. Lightning called 'em shades." He looks up at Inigo. "Y'think we should give them the number?"
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And he got a bunch of them, thanks to Lightning - who saved up all the numbers for the mission guide so long ago. It's like pieces coming together, their actions they had no clue would go anywhere leading them to this opportunity.
First he has to find what page they would be on, with scribbled out shopping lists, attempts to track his arms band inventory and what else there; the days he decided to write to himself, just to distract his mind.
It takes a minute, but when he finds it, a finger taps the page.
"Here. Biq. Lightning called 'em shades." He looks up at Inigo. "Y'think we should give them the number?"