[There's a Russian Blue kitten pawing at the Network device on the bedside table before jumping off and onto the bed. She's shoo'd away by a very slow-moving and still pale Mara who climbs into bed and huddles under the covers, muttering.]
...blood magic... ...ridiculous City... who even does those things... ...just want to be home... ...lousy
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...I suppose I should thank you... for talking to me.
Thank you.
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*keeping his voice low, to avoid terrifying her again*
You look like you still need care.
Lockon, myself, and a few others are doing what they can.
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Should you be on your own so soon? I've heard of one who died; luckily, they were immortal.
She seems calmer. Perhaps she was afraid because I look a little strange to some.
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Another one, perfect, just what I need.
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...there was... a woman, Thomas, at the clinic. I could feel her as soon as they walked her within twenty feet of me. She was in for headaches... she won't be around much longer.
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