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[partoftheact]

[What keeps you up at night?]She'd never had trouble sleeping before she met them - not with the hours she used to keep. Not with the ones she'd been forced to now and again. Olivia Wenscombe was nothing if not a survivor. Even before she'd met them she'd been used to long hours spent in evening rehearsal while her days were spent finding

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[watchclosely]

"How are you getting along?"

[partoftheact]

"As well as ever, I suppose."

A slight smile. She survives. It seems they both do.

"And yourself?"

[watchclosely]

I'm dying. Hollow.

"Putting my life back together."

[partoftheact]

A tiny nod, sympathetic, but wary.

"It's not easy, is it?"

She wants to ask him something meaningful, something real, but the only thing that comes out is something safe.

"How is Jess?"

[likegoinghome]

((She insisted on saying something.))

"Men are capable of much wickedness. I would not fret, Miss. I have one man well taken care of."

[partoftheact]

"They can be, even by accident, it seems.

Just be certain that you keep only one. In this one instance I believe that having more of something is no blessing."

[likegoinghome]

"I do not think it was any accident that man is wicked. It is sometimes, though, an accident that can bring that wickedness forwards.

I would never even dream of keeping any man but the man I married. He himself is a blessing."

[partoftheact]

"I've always found them to be both blessing and curse. Though perhaps it is different when you marry them."