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[greatlightother]

[Private to Petronilla]

Let's have tea. Or cake. Or...something. I don't really mind what the excuse is, but I'd really like to sit down and talk to you properly. When would be a good time for you...well, either tonight or tomorrow?

[Private to Una]

I have what you asked for. And a few other things. Whenever you're ready.

[Private to O'Brien]I

Comments

Re: private

[greatlightother]

Yes. That's fine. I'll see you then.

Re: private

[greatlightother]

[Sveta didn't say anything until she stood beside him, fumbling with her lighter for a moment before she managed to get her cigarette lit.]

I met Cooper...the man who shot me...in the elevator today. [She had practiced saying that over and over in her head so that she didn't sound absolutely scared.]

spam- ugh, my brain. Not "today." Pretend that said "last week"

[greatlightother]

Nothing. Not...to an outsider. [She blew smoke out to the stars and her free hand clutched the railing.]

I shouldn't be afraid of him.

Re: spam-

[greatlightother]

[She didn't look back.] Of course I was. I can't stop seeing the flowers. The gun.

I want it to stop.

Re: spam-

[greatlightother]

[She let out a frustrated sigh.] I don't know! [She didn't even know why she had come to him with this. It was all so messed up in her head.]

Re: spam-

[greatlightother]

I don't think he wants that power. [She shrugged, stopping herself from saying "like you do."] But it was my decision. That's the problem. I can tell myself that all the time but... [She stopped, taking a drag of the cigarette.]

Re: spam-

[greatlightother]

But... [She leaned on the railing.] It doesn't work when he is right there.

Re: spam-

[greatlightother]

[She looked over to him finally at that and frowned. She hadn't actually acknowledged that before. The fact that so many people wanted her dead was a fact that she had pushed to the side. It made dealing with this issue both easier and more difficult.]

You're right. [Said with a bit more surprise than she had intended.]