"Because they convinced me getting all of you out of the way would have to happen to get to Corrine. It was never personal, not against you. I thought it was 'nobody gets hurt'-- it was all non-lethal, I thought, everything, every one..." There's a mean laugh that goes with that. Amelia used to think she could tell when someone was lying to her, but then Angela and Louis did it plenty.
"I met Louis last January. He told me about Corrine, the thing sleeping, that it could kill, that she couldn't control it. I didn't really believe him, and then I could see It. That first meeting, rallying to rescue Caleb from Hell. So I went through with it. And afterwards I thought to maybe get Crystal and just get out of there, but she--"
She bites her lip, holding her head against the flaring pain in her head. She's getting tired and dizzy and aching to focus this much, but she'll get this out. It's too easy to forget, just concentrate some more. "It's all out of order. I think-- Phillip got to me first. Sedated me. Then Louis--" Concentrate. "If Crystal knew she didn't care. Whatever he did to her, she didn't care, it just made her laugh whenever he was being a bastard. Watching her was like kittens being drowned. Watching what they turned her into I didn't have the right to back out. I'd made my lot and maybe if I stayed they wouldn't just kill her if they got bored or maybe they'd take me along Corrine too all three of us a rotten bunch."
She recoils a little, though she frowns to move away from the touch. "'m sorry. That's my head. See?" She snickers. "Still bad."
She moves the hand back to her hair then. "Just enough truth to get you in trouble?" The words are softer then thy were. "Insufficient data and fried relays made for bad computing. All right."
This is a heartwarming sight for the elder Zukov. He places a hand on Tara's shoulder, and gives Amelia a loving smile.
His eyes return to Tara. "It's easy to forget that inside the thirty year old frame is a fifteen year old girl, desperate to wake up from a cruel nightmare."
"With such a lovely service, and here all I left you in my will was a dead rat in a box," she quips with half a smile.
Amelia glances over at Tara, her face sort of neutral. "I don't expect anything. I mean if it was Caleb I wouldn't, I wasn't forgiving, and Ibn's told me, I know, I forgot what I could live with. I know I can't fix it now I know it's not that simple."
"Not it's not," she admits. "But God forgives. I'll get there. Don't stress about me." then the thought occurs to her. "Christie...she has her problems. She was looking for something and she's currently blaming me for not finding it. I'm honestly not sure at this point what either of us could have done with Louis being Louis."
Amelia flinches minutely at the mention of Louis. Pigshit. One of these days, he's going to be a bloody lump on the end of some inmate's knife. It couldn't happen to a better person.
"I tried," she says a bit hopelessly. "I broke a bottle across his head, I threatened, I thought-- maybe he'd stay away."
She shrugs, waving it away. "Doesn't matter now. You-you're..." 'Okay' doesn't seem like the right word. She abandons that angle. "And Mr. Hastings? He's well?"
"Mr. Hastings is still running the insurance program in Portsmouth. It keeps him nice, busy, and productive." Which is good for the old man with a plan and a body that constantly betrays him."
There's a part of Amelia that's still worried about what she saw through the globe. Rhzev. She's getting tired. She loses motivation for a second, but it's enough that it's a few minutes until her thoughts come back to the topic. "You've always been good and you remember there's little people in it all and you don't forget them and you don't say 'it's just one' and don't go to Russia." She gives Tara a quick, suspicious once-over. "'Kay?"
"I met Louis last January. He told me about Corrine, the thing sleeping, that it could kill, that she couldn't control it. I didn't really believe him, and then I could see It. That first meeting, rallying to rescue Caleb from Hell. So I went through with it. And afterwards I thought to maybe get Crystal and just get out of there, but she--"
She bites her lip, holding her head against the flaring pain in her head. She's getting tired and dizzy and aching to focus this much, but she'll get this out. It's too easy to forget, just concentrate some more. "It's all out of order. I think-- Phillip got to me first. Sedated me. Then Louis--" Concentrate. "If Crystal knew she didn't care. Whatever he did to her, she didn't care, it just made her laugh whenever he was being a bastard. Watching her was like kittens being drowned. Watching what they turned her into I didn't have the right to back out. I'd made my lot and maybe if I stayed they wouldn't just kill her if they got bored or maybe they'd take me along Corrine too all three of us a rotten bunch."
She recoils a little, though she frowns to move away from the touch. "'m sorry. That's my head. See?" She snickers. "Still bad."
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His eyes return to Tara. "It's easy to forget that inside the thirty year old frame is a fifteen year old girl, desperate to wake up from a cruel nightmare."
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"That's not the hard part, Caleb, but thanks anyway."
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"I still have the perfect ass of a fifteen year old. Save the psychoanalysis for my eulogy."
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Amelia glances over at Tara, her face sort of neutral. "I don't expect anything. I mean if it was Caleb I wouldn't, I wasn't forgiving, and Ibn's told me, I know, I forgot what I could live with. I know I can't fix it now I know it's not that simple."
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"I tried," she says a bit hopelessly. "I broke a bottle across his head, I threatened, I thought-- maybe he'd stay away."
She shrugs, waving it away. "Doesn't matter now. You-you're..." 'Okay' doesn't seem like the right word. She abandons that angle. "And Mr. Hastings? He's well?"
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"And I'm 'better,' I think is the word you want."
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There's a part of Amelia that's still worried about what she saw through the globe. Rhzev. She's getting tired. She loses motivation for a second, but it's enough that it's a few minutes until her thoughts come back to the topic. "You've always been good and you remember there's little people in it all and you don't forget them and you don't say 'it's just one' and don't go to Russia." She gives Tara a quick, suspicious once-over. "'Kay?"
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She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. It'll be okay... I guess it wouldn't matter then..."
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"I should let you get some rest then. Is Ibn taking care of you?"
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She giggles. "Not yet anyway."
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