[ Static. Lots of it. Eventually the feed clears up a bit and it's...Bennett?
Yes. Not quite, though. About a decade younger and looking a little harried.
Upset.
Something. It's weird. If any of you ever knew River Tam you might recognize
her. Or you might just confuse her with Bennett, not the first time that's happened today. ]
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Be-Tee-Dubs, Adstring, this chick is batshit insane.
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And she's not Bennett. AKA not my girlfriend, Bennett. Benny is perfectly. Naturally. Fine. In the head.
...Yeah.
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I just want to know and understand. You don't think I can help him.
You're wrong.
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[The word is breathless, the boy's face a brush of joy and an edge of pain.]
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Do you want to hear a story about a tree that wouldn't stop growing?
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[ That name? Means nothing to her. Sorry, Al. But she recognizes that look, if nothing else. ]
Please? I think you'd know the sort of stories to tell.
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... once upon a time, there was a young woman who lived in a big house. She loved plants, and she grew flowers in the garden, and all over the place. Pots of flowers were everywhere, baskets of ferns. At least one in every room.
There were mischievous creatures called the Animus that saw how much she loved the plants, but they didn't have the best of intentions. Flowers grew in her hair, ferns grew over her clothes. Everywhere she walked, flowers and moss would spring up under her feet, and vines would grow on the doorknobs when she opened doors.
Everywhere she walked in her house, the green followed. It was beautiful, and the flowers smelled sweet.
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It's a good story. I don't think she'd mind.
Well...not at first.
Hello.
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