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[ shoving it at her! it's just really plain food, toast and like. some cheese. ]

You really do have to eat something.

[she sighs and takes the piece of toast.]

I don't see why this is a priority right now.

[ Going to just flop onto her bed, remembers her bed is NOT good for flopping, and then goes "ow."]

You still have to eat regardless of how deep in the broiling bubbling cauldron of plotting you are, you know.

[she makes a cartoony frowny face while she's eating her toast.]

I am not plotting.

I didn't say you were! I said you were in the cauldron.

[ Patting the bed so she sits down too. ]

Clementine attacked first. But she had the shadows problem.

I know she did. She said as much to me immediately after.

[just saying this grumpily at him, while going to sit.]

[ Pointing at her briefly like, see. Deep in the plot cauldron. ]

Still it's-- I don't know. It was easier. When they did it on their own in a way. Then you could sleep at night with it.

[it was on the trial post!!!! anyway, she nods, worrying her lip.]

So many seem to disagree with this obvious notion. I much prefer to execute people who decided to take the risk.

[ looking over at her seriously for a second. ]

Don't take this as-- It's not an endorsement of your stupid plan. Don't make me vote for you. I'd vote for a thousand Clementines before I did that.

I wouldn't expect that, no.

[she'll look back at him, serious too.]

If I act, it will be because I am prepared to die if I must for something bigger than only me. But I do not expect you to...participate in it.

[ he just looks hurt at that. ]

You can say you don't want to involve me all you want, but anything you do, any choice you make, it's going to. Either way. No matter how much you try otherwise. That's what loving someone is Harrow.

[her face screws up at that immediately, very little kid who is trying not to have a meltdown energy. after everything, she still can't help wanting to cry whenever someone says something like that to her.]

[ good? he wants her to feel as fucked up about it as he does right now instead of convincing herself to go further and further into this "only I can solve this problem" pit, deciding that he's too soft or naive to understand.

Reaching over to squeeze her arm, now just laying there looking vaguely angry in the way you can only get at people you actually care about.]

[sniffling but trying very hard not to.]

I don't - why can't you conceive that I want you hurt as little as you want it for me?

I do believe that. That's why I'm reminding you.

[ he doesn't sound not choked up. ]

You are making this worse for me, not better.

[she sounds tired and bitter.]

Is that so?

Yes, it is so.

[scowling, hurt, her face like a little baby.]

Well, my goal isn't exactly to make it easier or better for you. Don't know that I can do anything about that. It's to get you home.

[ patting her gently. ]

My House, Mollymauk.

Of which I am technically a part of, therefore, don't I get an opinion?

Even if you were, you don't. That isn't how it works. I am in charge.

Oh but you aren't. You really aren't.

[ Look things got very emotional there but now she's sulking and declaring she is the boss, so, his tone is way more teasing now. ]

In my House, Mollymauk.

[ugh. she massages her eyes, smearing her makeup.]

I know. But ... we figured it out before. We'll figure it out again.

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