[Ardent is sat calmly, in his room, with most of the candles lit. It's dim, but brighter than usual. His fingers are carefully pensed, and he thinks for a moment before looking into the camera and speaking
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[It wasn't long before she was knocking at his door again, a chair in her hand. She knew that this should have frightened her, but really, she just couldn't be bothered to care about it. O'Brien had done this to her, yes, but she hated it. Hated him. And that hatred had just about taken the place of the fear.]
[Ardent opened the door to let her in. He'd already set everything up, and just gave her a slight smile, and pointed to the corner where she'd put the chair before. There was a lit candle and a box with one match in waiting on the desk for her.] Evening.
Good evening, Ardent. I saw you had a lot of people interested in your story. [She moved purposefully into the room and placed the chair in the spot it had been in before. This wasn't exactly a routine, but she knew how to do it. And what she was doing.
Spotting the candle and box, she took them both and turned to him confidently.] Same thing as before?
[Her confidence was a little unnerving, actually, but perhaps the port had done her good or something? He wasn't one to question.] Well, I should hope I portrayed it in an interesting light.
Same thing as before. [He went over to sit in his chair.]
[She found, as she blew out the candles slowly, one by one, that her hands weren't shaking as much as they were before. There was no real panic in her chest and nothing holding her back. For a moment, she almost forgot that she was afraid. At least, until the last candle went out and she was left with the one she was holding. Then the apprehension set in and she managed to find her way back to the chair.
The candle in her hand just then began to shake and she stared at it once before blowing it out. The darkness came at her again and she was frightened, yes, but it didn't fill her mind with ugly words. It didn't fill her mind with anything.
[Ardent was somewhere between impressed and perturbed at how easy this was seeming for her, compared to last time. But he wouldn't comment. That wasn't how this worked, and if he'd done even the slightest bit of a good job, this could be a very good sign indeed.
[Sveta was waiting for it, too. Some part of her was still convinced that this shouldn't be this easy. That something might be wrong, but she didn't think that for long. Her mind wasn't allowed to go in that direction. She stood up a bit straighter and turned her gaze upwards, towards the ceiling.]
Ardent. [She knew she was breaking the rules, but this was different.] It's not the same. I'm not terrified of the darkness anymore. I do believe you've cured me. [She chuckled to herself.]
You know that I care.
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Talking of which, I have to send you a reminder. We had plans, I believe?
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You still wanted to go through with this?
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Spotting the candle and box, she took them both and turned to him confidently.] Same thing as before?
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Same thing as before. [He went over to sit in his chair.]
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The candle in her hand just then began to shake and she stared at it once before blowing it out. The darkness came at her again and she was frightened, yes, but it didn't fill her mind with ugly words. It didn't fill her mind with anything.
It simply...was.]
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He sat, patiently, and waited for the doubt.]
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Ardent. [She knew she was breaking the rules, but this was different.] It's not the same. I'm not terrified of the darkness anymore. I do believe you've cured me. [She chuckled to herself.]
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Did something happen in port, Svetlana? Something that made this easier?
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No. Port was...just how you would expect it. Dead. And full of bloodshed.
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[He was surprised she hadn't lit the candle yet. Especially as they were talking.]
You've... learnt a lot in a short space of time. Have you been doing this with someone else?
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