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[greatlightother]

[Sveta’s smoking a cigarette on deck. Mostly out of habit, rather than necessity. She’s utterly calm and deadpan when she speaks- something that anyone who knows her might see as very, very out of character.]Petronilla is gone. Her room has returned to barge normal. She gave no warning and I didn’t actually see her in the port, so I’m not certain

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[greatlightother]

[She shook her head again, a little more violently this time around. She tried to shove him back and away, trying to get him to leave her alone. She didn't want to hear what he had to say. If she hated him, if she hated anyone, that would just isolate her even more.]

Stop.

[greatlightother]

[She didn't want to. But she was still angry at the world and turned around to slap him. She knew that it was what he wanted, but she didn't care. She trusted him in a very, very twisted way and if he said it would help, then she wanted it to help.

But it didn't. It didn't help at all. So she moved to hit him again. Again. Nothing. All it did was make her more angry and more upset. But it didn't make any of it go away.]

[greatlightother]

[She reached over to grab the front of his clothes, glaring at him through tired, angry eyes.]

I hate how you go in and out of my life here like you own me. I might be weak. I might be useless and I might be a coward, but you don't get to control me! I hit you because you said it would help, because I want this to stop. I want this pain to go away.

[greatlightother]

[She tightened her grip when he tried to pull away.]

Why do you even try?

[greatlightother]

[A mixture of his words and his hand made her let go and she collapsed back, shaking her head.] Go away. [She hated these mood swings. These violent changes between anger and sadness were exhausting, but she knew they wouldn't last.]

[greatlightother]

[She clenched her hands into fists and shook her head.] No. [Leaning back against the wall, she looked up to the ceiling.] I can't. And...you'll go eventually.

[greatlightother]

[She shook her head, not wanting to answer either of the questions. If he didn't, well...that didn't matter. She knew that he would eventually. And if he didn't...so what?

But that second question was easier to answer.]

It's mine.

[greatlightother]

The necklace was mine. The key belongs to the Doctor. And the tags are Donny's. [She saw no real reason to lie to him about it, as she suspected that he knew the answer.]