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[song_tra_bong]

After visiting Gorlim in the infirmary, she made her way outside, wandering slowly towards the lake. She's still sore from her fight with Martin, but the walking keeps things from tensing up. Besides, she could use the space to breathe.

It's been a hell of a last few days.

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[halls_of_mandos]

Námo, fuming from his encounter with Gorlim in the infirmary, storms out of the bar into the deep night outside. He doesn't see Mary Anne. He's still half-fevered, weak, and heart-sore as he storms to the edge of the lake.

"DAMN YOU!" he screams at no one. "DAMN YOU FOR MAKING IT ALL SO HARD!"

[song_tra_bong]

She whirls around when she hears him approach and stares openly.

"Excuse me?"

[halls_of_mandos]

He whirls to see her.

"Tell me why, Mary Anne?" he says, his eyes not quite sane. "Tell me why, because I know you know. I have felt it boiling in your thoughts when we have talked. Tell me why he had to be Andres. Tell me why he had to not only rape Gorlim, but rape me. Tell me why he is even here!"

Námo gives a choked sound and falls to the ground on his knees.

"Great gods, Mary Anne, tell me why."

[song_tra_bong]

Oh God

She shakes her head once, slowly as though the movement pains her--no result from the fight with Martin, but of what she has to say.

Of what she can't say.

"No," she whispers.

"I can't. I wish I could, I'd have told you already if I could."

But it has to be earned. So she promised.