[Not that she was aware, but it had been almost two hours since she had killed Luke. That she had spent most of that time unconscious was hard for her to believe when she wasn't - everything hurt. She had literally been in less pain when a warehouse had fallen on her, because at least the warehouse hadn't been angry and in pain and actively trying to hurt her.
It was possible she was also slightly delirious. The ceiling over her head seemed to have resolved itself back into the plain white of her non-evil cabin but that could have been wishful thinking.
She heard her visitor come in before she saw him - and she heard Rinzler's low-key growl before she had the opportunity to start panicking. Thank God, thank God, even if she'd known where her communicator was she wouldn't have been able to get to it.]
[He was at her side immediately, hunkering down beside her to assess her condition. She wasn't a Program and he was still a poor judge of User injuries, but none of this looked good.
Thank you. [She just stared at the ceiling for a few moments, breathing shallowly. This would probably take longer to get over than the Death Toll; the idea of a 'hard reset' had crossed her mind but she couldn't face the dark again, not of her own volition, she wouldn't.]
[It's a measure of how disruptive the entire flood had been that it hadn't even occurred to him to dwell on that. Or question that it had happened, until she brought it up herself. He stared at her silently for several long seconds, as if unable to properly comprehend the words she'd said, then made a low clicking noise that had no proper analogue in human discourse. It wasn't the sound he made in place of laughter.]
[She smiled shakily, although it was really more of a grimace; the adrenaline had worn off long ago. 'Forgiven' - a value judgement - was much more promising than 'fixed'.]
Thank you for...coming to find me. Are you...all right?
[The word was "yes" but what little emphasis he could put into it was "yes" and "of course" and "you're welcome" all at once. He shifted closer to her and offered a palms-up shrug at the query about his condition.
And another clicking noise.]
Functional.
[It was the best he could do. That flood had been confusing and terrible and enlightening.]
It was possible she was also slightly delirious. The ceiling over her head seemed to have resolved itself back into the plain white of her non-evil cabin but that could have been wishful thinking.
She heard her visitor come in before she saw him - and she heard Rinzler's low-key growl before she had the opportunity to start panicking. Thank God, thank God, even if she'd known where her communicator was she wouldn't have been able to get to it.]
Rinzler...is it over...?
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At least he'd found her and she was still alive.]
Yes.
Help--soon.
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I'm sorry I - sorry I tampered with your Disc.
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Fixed. No harm. Done.
[Another long silence.]
Forgiven.
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Thank you for...coming to find me. Are you...all right?
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[The word was "yes" but what little emphasis he could put into it was "yes" and "of course" and "you're welcome" all at once. He shifted closer to her and offered a palms-up shrug at the query about his condition.
And another clicking noise.]
Functional.
[It was the best he could do. That flood had been confusing and terrible and enlightening.]
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