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Let us go somewhere else, then. It will only be us two.

[her voice is calm and even.]

[Calm and even may not be the best choice considering who his 'therapist' was.]

[But there does seem to be a trigger there.]

Two-supposed to be two-why isn't there two?! [And he's starting to scratch at his neck.]

Because he is not there anymore. Please stop scratching, you are going to hurt yourself.

[she can stop him from doing that, but maybe magic is not a good idea right now.]

He's not there. No, that's not-he wasn't supposed to be there-wasn't he dead?

Dead, dead, always dead-

[Scratchscratchscratch]

[okay she's going to try something and just cover his hands in water so he doesn't like scratch into his spine? while also healing the damage there. lets see how this shakes out]

[It certainly works to keep him from hurting himself and doesn't seem to make the situation worse.]

[He stubbornly still tries to get at his neck though.] Stop screaming-

[And hitting his knees.]

[okay well

this is not going well, so she's going to pull out an ace. she hates to do it, but she starts to Sing.

It's a beautiful, haunting melody, inhumanly layered, but quiet, resonant, and in those few notes, there is a compulsion that he will be unable to help obeying.

You will not remember me doing this, and no one is screaming.]

[Will not remember]

[Will Not Remember]

[LIESLIESLIESLIESLIESLIESALWAYSLIESHEREMEMBERSITALLHEKNOWSITHEKNOEWSTHETRUTHTHEWHOLETRUTHHECANONLYBETRUTH]

[So remember that chair?]

[Dusk has grabbed that chair and he's swinging it at 80H]

LYING! Stop lying to me, I know it, I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!

[The wild eyes are crazed and unseeing. And his voice....it doesn't sound Right, it doesn't sound like Dusk usually does.]

[okay that didn't

work out so well, and she wants to know why it did not, but there is time enough for that later right now she's just going to dodge his strikes.

it would normally be easy for her, actually, but using her Song always takes so much out of her, not because it's exhausting, but she brims with the energy, the will, the want to keep going.

She always needs to force herself to stop and it takes so much of her concentration to do so, so.

Yeah, that chair is going to hit her body! But you know. Solid android.]

S-stop--ahh--[it's not a gasp, it's more music, she cannot focus enough to keep it down.]

[He grabs at his head with one hand.] No! No, no, you're the one who was supposed to stop, why didn't they stop-

You need to stop- [And that's Dusk's cadence]

They need to pay, all of them, for everything they did! [And not Dusk and he's picking up a piece of the furniture.] I won't forget, I can't and you made me this way! [And singing for her head.]

I did not do this to you--it was the--the Director!

[Her voice is quiet and desperately harsh. That's all she manages to say, speaking is hard, blood dews the corners of her mouth as each of her words scratch and claw at her throat with the want to be more. To compel, to Sing her soul, to drown, to drown, to drown--

Everything breaks against her with greater force than it should, because he is much, much, much stronger than an ordinary human, and it's enough to stun her if not damage overly much. She swallows a groan, afraid it might become another Melodious note.]

The Director-

[And he's still not seeing her, he's not, but there's a sharpness in the wild. Not an injured animal lashing out, but instead a desperate hunter finally catching a hint to it's prey.]

[And he's going to try and pin her to the ground.]

Where is he?!

[she gets pinned! all hundreds of pounds of her and there's probably a rumble when she hits the ground.

It hurts, but barely in light of what she's had and she takes the time while she's on the ground to focus, to suppress that primal, huntress's joyful urge so that she can be 80H once more.]

He is not here.

I know he's not far. He's never far, he doesn't want to risk it-

[Breathing is getting heavy, his hands on her shaking.]

Always sending the counselor and newbies and someone telling me to forget like I can...

He is very far away. Gone. He cannot hurt you anymore, here.

[unless he shows up one day, in which case, whoops, but for now, that much rings true.]

He can't hurt me anymore. [There is something very Final in how he says it.]

But I can hurt him. He has to pay, he has to-

You cannot hurt him from here, Dusk-han. He is not here, he won't hurt anyone else. No one will stand for it.

[He laughs, a bitter, hysterical laugh.]

Because his previous victims were protected so well.

He is not here. He will not hurt anyone else, but you also cannot hurt him. Things can be better now, if you want them to be.

Do you?

I want revenge for what he did to my friends, to Carolina, to Washington, to me-

...Epsilon?

I know what they did.

I know everything and they're going to lock us up because they can't kill us until they know, the assholes!

No one is going to lock you up. You have friends, here. Even now. No one is going to kill you, no one is going to hurt you! The Director and his ilk are not here.

[she'll say it as many times as she needs to.]

[His grip on her loosens.]

Friends here...?

[And he laughs and it's definitely not a Sane one, but it's tired now. So very tired.]

Don't lie...we got left behind...

You have so many of them here, no one is going to leave you behind. No one is going to abandon you.

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