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[notwhatiwas]

[Locked to Lucrecia + Turks | 75% Unhackable]

Dr. Crescent.

[A pause, as if he's waiting for a response, or steeling himself to continue. It's hard to say, with Vincent.]

I think we need to speak.

[Click.

...Good luck getting away, Lu, considering Vincent is standing right outside your door.]

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[intimacyphobic]

[And that was just the voice she was trying to avoid, staying off the network, out of sight, darting from her room randomly for food and supplies, speaking to no one.

If he wants to talk... He knows where her room is... so... Holy Shiva!

Lucrecia shuts off her comm and zooms out the door in an unusually disheveled mad dash... OH, ALEXANDER ON HIGH HE'S RIGHT THERE!!! Have a scream and dart.]

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[notwhatiwas]

[And Vincent catches her by the arm far too easily, just to keep her from running away. His voice comes out with an edge of a growl, but just an edge.]

This is ridiculous.

[He pulls her back--and part of him wants to pull her close and hold her, but he forces it down and forces her back into the open doorway to her room.]

I only want to talk.

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[intimacyphobic]

[When he grabs her arm, she reflexively reaches for him with the other hand, then draws it back like she touched a hotplate.

The scream catches, detaches, disappears into a bewildered stare as she stumbles backwards into her room, tossing her head to fling away the bangs.

Gods, he's in her room again and... and... He's himself, he's not himself, he's... he's not human and Marco... Marco... did.. he died, didn't he? Didn't she hear something? She'd left the comm on, like a little radio, scanning and playing and chattering, something to break the silence.

... He died. And it's... her... fault... just like... So why is Vincent...?

She shudders, imagining far worse for herself than the reality.]

Talk... right.

[Her face steels, blanks, but her eyes are nothing but fear and guilt as her body tenses.]

Fine. Go ahead.

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[notwhatiwas]

[He closes the door behind him with a click, and just stands where he is.]

You're working on a new project. Tell me about it.