[ Michel can run the math backwards, loosely. How long ago that was, how many years Ganymede was captive. How young he was when he was kidnapped. That thought... aches, and he gives Ganymede a brief squeeze, unthinking. ]

If it's been so long... then it might be taken care of, just as they said. Or that if part of that organization still exists somewhere, it has nothing to do with you.

[ He doesn't want to irresponsibly give Ganymede empty reassurance. But does it help to encourage him to constantly look over his shoulder? He doubts Ganymede needs anyone else to fuel fears that must be deeply ingrained for him as it is. ]

You realize that if you were to stop logging in, I'll have to call you as well.

[ What else could he do about it? It's not as if he has a passport... ]