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Two swords sat out on the floor, and Maladicta was faced away from both of them. She was lying on the bed and looking a bit distantly but fixedly out the window. It was strange, how things had been going along actually quite well, better than, at moments, and then a rug you hadn't realized you'd purchased was pulled out from under you.
She would miss him, of course. Maladicta didn't have many friends- she didn't even have a great amount of acquaintances- so losing one felt strange, and hurtful. But somehow even worse than the feeling that knowing James Norrington was gone, were the thoughts it brought on. Anyone could disappear. Truly anyone. And at any moment. It was discomforting. No, it was terrifying. And it was really making her think.
She would miss him, of course. Maladicta didn't have many friends- she didn't even have a great amount of acquaintances- so losing one felt strange, and hurtful. But somehow even worse than the feeling that knowing James Norrington was gone, were the thoughts it brought on. Anyone could disappear. Truly anyone. And at any moment. It was discomforting. No, it was terrifying. And it was really making her think.