[Wesley, still bound and gagged with tape eyes her with suspicion and simmering anger. What is she up to now? Is she going to torture him for his secrets? He's been working to get free while she was gone, but the bitch has done a good job at making sure he was secured.]
[ claire approaches, relaxing slightly at the sight of him exactly where and how she left him. in one arm is a metal garbage tin, filled with odds and ends, and under the other are two books: one quite large, and one smaller. the journal. she empties everything neatly onto the bed and places the empty tin on the floor, three feet from wesley.
she doesn't wish to say anything yet, or tell wesley how she knows what she's doing, in case it - she - fails. there's no need to endanger that strange and strangely chipper blue-haired woman. ]
[He tries to speak to her, to ask her what she's doing, but is muffled of course by the tape stuck over his mouth. It's beyond frustrating, but he refuses to be cowed by her, or to fear what's in store for himself. He doesn't believe she'd have the stomach to cause him physical suffering, at least.]
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she doesn't wish to say anything yet, or tell wesley how she knows what she's doing, in case it - she - fails. there's no need to endanger that strange and strangely chipper blue-haired woman. ]
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I would have come back sooner if I could have.
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