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[firestart_her]

So this is the beach. Nothing too different from any other beach. Sand. Water....glass. There's a lot of glass.

....Why am I here? There's sand in my hair.  I just woke up.

Abe. I'll head back in a while. I went for a walk. I guess. Did I pass out after--...

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[gone_creating]

Hello, lassie.

[sitting cross legged and painting]

[firestart_her]

[Turns to the sound of the voice.]

Hi.

[Steps over some of the glass that clinks together.]

[gone_creating]

You did quite a show, there, lass.

[offers his hand]

[firestart_her]

[Moves as though to take his hand but stops and folds her arms.]

I just happens. It wasn't supposed to.

[gone_creating]

[nods]

Sometimes these things happen.

Don't trouble yourself too much.

[firestart_her]

[Looks up at him, he's kidding right?]

I don't want it to just happen.

[gone_creating]

My apologies, lass.

Sometimes that's the way of things. Some create, others destroy.

[firestart_her]

Why are you apologizing?

[Liz examines her shoes. And his, his feet are huge.]

I'd be nice if I had a choice.

[gone_creating]

If it's any consolation, I'd rather you have the gift than someone else.

[nods]

That's true.

[firestart_her]

Gift. [too polite to openly scoff.] I didn't damage anything of yours, did I?

[Can't be sheepish for the entire conversation, lifts her head.]

[gone_creating]

Couldn't if you tried, lass.

[looks her in the eye]

You shouldn't worry.

[firestart_her]

The few times I try and mean to, it's not for stuff.

[Is able to keep eye contact. Arms unfold, hands hide in pockets.]

Why?

[gone_creating]

Because you're a good lass, is why.

[firestart_her]

Do I know you?

[gone_creating]

Better than you'd like to.

I'm Destruction.

[firestart_her]

That's your name?