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[gotacigarette]

In the end, she all but takes the hut apart.

There's a certain sort of person that survives by not letting very few people meet the real them. Eden became one of those people when she was not much older than four. Later, she became Major Sinclair, and she all but forgot that she'd even got a birth name, for a while. But she never forgot her

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[frakkup]

Kara found her like that, sitting with a pig and a cat that looked like it could go a round or two with Muffin. "Gods, you're so weird sometimes," she said, plopping down beside her. The red crisscrossing Eden's palms drew Kara's eyes soon enough, but she didn't reach.

"The frak did you do to your hands?"

[gotacigarette]

"Demolition," says Eden, turning Alice's wedding ring over and over between her fingers. She's supposed to be getting married herself and Alice was supposed to be there with her. She was supposed to be standing there with her.

"Never love anybody, Captain. It's a recipe for a bloody disaster."

[frakkup]

Kara gave an unladylike snort, agreeing with a shrug of her shoulder. Didn't have to tell her that - everyone she let herself love was gone or dead, and there was as much relief as there was grief and loneliness that she was still alone on the island, save for Calliope.

She did take Eden's wrist then, looking harder at the wounds than the ring. "Well, you didn't get this beating on a person." Her gaze zeroed in on a splinter. "Hut?"

[gotacigarette]

Eden shrugs, letting Kara turn her hand however she wanted.

"I told you it was demolition," she says, quietly, the ring on her finger catching the light. "I thought Babe would rather it was the hut than me."

[frakkup]

"How considerate," said Kara, dropping Eden's hand with a frown. "What're you gonna do without hands in the week it takes all this to heal?"