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[God isn't one to mingle; Elisha has been making herself lonely. But after thoughts, and happenings, and a wish to emulate a certain other like her, she's sitting at home amidst her piles of pillows, and she types to the masses.]

I supposed I should go out into the sun again

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[paterelohim]

[Knocking at her door softly.]

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[She doesn't say Come in - hasn't been Speaking aloud much lately - but the door's lock slides open. The lock is only there because she feels better when she's enclosed like this, but it being undone is certainly an invitation for him to enter. She's sitting like this: knees drawn up, ankles crossed, chest pressed to a pillow that's against her raised thighs. She's hugging her legs and watching the doorway, wearing a white bathrobe with her hair down and unbrushed.]

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[paterelohim]

[He rolls in and, as the last three times He came in here, runs into a pillow first thing.

This time, though, he flips open a control on his wheelchair and it hovers. He flies his ass over the pillow and stays hovering in the air. Magneto's newest additions.]

Hi.

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[There comes a mild wince when he meets that pillow - oops - but he's capable enough right now and she lifts one hand for a half-wave in greeting. Hi without moving her mouth.]

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[paterelohim]

What happened to talking? Cas isn't even here.

[Pause.]

You knew he moved out, right?

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[Nodnod - she knows. But,]

Thinking ate talking.

[Her index finger taps the side of her head in gesture.]

Hi, [she says properly.]

[paterelohim]

Hi.

[A little wave.]

Are you finally ready to come out?

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I think so.

[Then she laces her fingers and says something she usually doesn't, because it's him.]

I'm sorry.

[paterelohim]

[Whatever he's about to say is derailed by his surprise at the apology. He knows the rarity of it.]

Thank you.

[He goes to run a hand through his hair, wincing a little when he hits the bandage on his head (hiding stitches beneath).]

So, were you thinking skee-ball? [He remembers playing with her. He misses it.]

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[She can't ignore the wince, however slight, and wiggles a little against other pillows.]

And pizza. And the concept of humility.

[paterelohim]

Oh. Well, okay.

[Scratching his nose absently.]

That last one took me about a dozen lifetimes. Or two dozen.

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That's what I was also thinking about.

[paterelohim]

What do you mean?

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[Habitually, she only shrugs at first, and then she shakes her head a little and uses her mouth instead.]

I'm very Me.

[paterelohim]

[He shrugs right back.]

Everyone is.

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[This time, when she shakes her head, it's more fervent.]

I'm very I Am, [she explains clumsily, waving her hands a little.] You are I Am, but you're them, also. I don't have any of that yet. I should achieve it if I'm here.