Well, excuse me, after the both of you just- just left the grounds and were immune to that freak thing, which, by the way, neither of you informed us about- it was a little hard to not immediately resort to distrust, hm?!
I just woke up to find myself bloody kidnapped, after the worst day of my life, when I should've- sh-should've been--
[ Not now. She won't let herself show weakness in front of him, even with the sound of Ashton's fist at the wall, the scent Isabella's blood choking her-- ]
Wh-when I had s-so many other things to work with!
[ Unresolved arguments. Every time she sees that, on her profile, it's like a knife twisting in her stomach. ]
And now he wants us to-- [ Just. Turn away, turn away to compose yourself, Rebecca. ]
[ She glances at him, just out of the corner of her eye, but keeps trying to look away. She doesn't want him to see them, the tears pricking at her eyes. ]
I just want to get home to- to be able to mourn my best friend properly. If- if you can get me there, then I- jeez, I've nothing to do but hope--
[ No, she doesn't want to be spilling her guts to him. Not him. She shuts her eyes tightly. ]
[he... takes a step closer to her. he isn't sure what to do-- he wasn't sure what he was expecting. but this wasn't it? It was like earlier... With Max.
He exhales softly, and then places a hand on her shoulder, letting the pressure sink on slowly.]
I'm sorry-- this is... this is really awful.
[he doesn't even know what about, but he knows it is, just from a base perspective.]
[ She breathes out quickly, trying to wipe away just how much all of this is hitting her. ]
It's fine. [ Clipped. Curt. Closed off. ] It means- if you're- [ She shakes her head once. ] It means you aren't the bawbag I have to punch for those...profiles and little morning gifts.
[ While she doesn't shove him away, Rebecca also doesn't return the hug. She stays tense, though that may not have anything to do with him. Right now, there's simply nothing to be relaxed about. Nothing at all.
When she lifts her eyes to his, they're puffy but dry. As if they were only irritated by a stray bit of pollen. Still, she refuses to show weakness. ]
The... The others. They have to know. If you're getting something done- they have to know, if we aren't just sitting ducks.
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[he corrects her and-- ughhh]
Great...
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[ becca is that really the thing to take note with, of everything-- ]
I- I mean. H-how am I...supposed to believe you?
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I have proof-- had proof. I guess, after my code stopped working, I really have been trapped.
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[ ...the temper riseth, again ]
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and rests his chin on his palm.]
I guess, but you didn't seem that keen even in orientation. And I was undercover.
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[ She throws her hands up in the air. ]
I just woke up to find myself bloody kidnapped, after the worst day of my life, when I should've- sh-should've been--
[ Not now. She won't let herself show weakness in front of him, even with the sound of Ashton's fist at the wall, the scent Isabella's blood choking her-- ]
Wh-when I had s-so many other things to work with!
[ Unresolved arguments. Every time she sees that, on her profile, it's like a knife twisting in her stomach. ]
And now he wants us to-- [ Just. Turn away, turn away to compose yourself, Rebecca. ]
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their lives were all in danger but... He stands up, and holds his hands up in mock surrender]
Hey... I- yeah. I know. I'm sorry, I just. I don't know. I don't know how to stop it-- or even how to get through to Hale. But I'm working on it.
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I just want to get home to- to be able to mourn my best friend properly. If- if you can get me there, then I- jeez, I've nothing to do but hope--
[ No, she doesn't want to be spilling her guts to him. Not him. She shuts her eyes tightly. ]
Th-that we're all really on the same side.
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He exhales softly, and then places a hand on her shoulder, letting the pressure sink on slowly.]
I'm sorry-- this is... this is really awful.
[he doesn't even know what about, but he knows it is, just from a base perspective.]
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Her voice comes out in a hushed rasp. ]
You don't even know the half of it. [ And an eye opens, almost critically. ] You don't, do you? Not about us.
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No... Not really. I wish I did.
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It's fine. [ Clipped. Curt. Closed off. ] It means- if you're- [ She shakes her head once. ] It means you aren't the bawbag I have to punch for those...profiles and little morning gifts.
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[and then... he puts his arm around her, and offers her a brief hug.
He didn't expect to come out of this feeling bad-- at least not bad like this.
But he keeps his hug brief, just in case she rears back to punch him for that.]
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When she lifts her eyes to his, they're puffy but dry. As if they were only irritated by a stray bit of pollen. Still, she refuses to show weakness. ]
The... The others. They have to know. If you're getting something done- they have to know, if we aren't just sitting ducks.
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You can't. Don't-- the more people who know, the more likely it is I won't be able to do anything.
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[he runs a hand through his hair, and then sits back at his desk, tapping his knuckles against the wood.]
You think this situation is dangerous-- what happens when they discover a mole in their process?
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How do you know they haven't already-- I haven't a single idea how to trust you, I can't just do so with something this big.
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Rebecca, I'm serious. I'll find a way to show you I'm trying, but you can't out me.
[tap tap tap, he looks up at her, equally as worried.]
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I need to take time to think about this. It's... It's not at all what I expected.
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[he asks one last time, his face definitely shows some sign of anxiety. oh no.]
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