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[they were trying to break him. He'd come to this conclusion before, but every lesson needs a reminder, and this last one had been a heavy one. After the event, he'd retreated--spending the weeks between the edges of town and the mountain lair, circling the last areas of familiarity like some abandoned dog. Groping in the darkness for answers, for

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[No teasing here. Also, Amelia's very careful to keep the camera blocked out. No free hints either.]

I'd say it's better than making myself a target for you.

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[...Shit.

Somewhere in all the emotions and everything else, Amelia must have taken it for granted that Legato would know the truth by now. How could he not?!

But apparently she'd still been safe, somehow. Until she opened her big mouth. It's probably too late to fix it, but still. Amelia has to try.]

...He's not exactly unknown around here.

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[yes, her luck had been good enough that none of the right clues had made their way to him until now. Her luck had been just good enough to allow time for her to screw it up herself]

No, but certainly details of his untimely demise are.

And... it's strange. By the sound of your voice, it seems as though you had grown quite attached.

['demise.' 'had.' phrasing it to punctuate the reality of Wolfwood's death]

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[Amelia notices it, at least subconsciously. And she's struggling to keep those emotions in check.]

Yeah. But not everyone got set up as your girlfriend by the Malnosso.

[Don't talk about how you really know him.] He helped me when I needed it.

Why did you kill him?

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Did he tell you himself? Perhaps your helpful brother chose to share that bit of information with you?

It seems like an odd thing to inform a casual acquaintance of.

[sorry Amelia, pieces are beginning to fall into place]

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[So she's noticing. Still.]

I already told you. They were worried because of what the Malnosso made me do.

Now tell me why.

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What else did they tell you?

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[The journal is clearly on a table somewhere, as Amelia's hands come slamming down on the table beside the book.]

Answer my question already!

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[Slow breaths. Deep breaths. This isn't going to get her out of this, and Amelia knows it. When she speaks again, the force she's putting into keeping her voice even is obvious.]

That you're dangerous, and that I should stay away from you.

[Vague details. Things that they might tell anyone in Amelia's situation, but nothing about Gunsmoke. Maybe, maybe there's still a chance.]

They didn't need to tell me anything else. I already got a demonstration of your powers.

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[and he'll let that uncertainty hang there]

I see.

Well, I suppose I should let them do the answering, then. It really isn't my place.

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How is it not your place? You're the one that killed him.

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It is a complicated story, one that I'm not sure they want spread around to those who hardly know them.

If the point of it was simply to warn you away from me, then they've done their job, hmm? Why would you need to know anything else about it?

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...Suddenly you're so concerned about them?!

[Amelia's not buying it, of course. But Legato's got it to a point where if she keeps pushing, she only risks revealing more. So after that angry question, Amelia slams the journal closed, putting an end to the conversation.]