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@SpiralLaughter Houses just

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "That depends on your perspective."

Still, she allows herself a small, dizzying smile.

"....Is anyone expecting you back?"

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST

[Sasha arrives at the cafe. It's a bit unnerving, how she nearly looks like her normal self. She's playing nice for the humans in the vicinity, looking as normal as she's capable.

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "I'm glad."

She doesn't want to talk about Jon. She doesn't know why she even brought him up. Her brain does a lazy little barrel roll inside her skull, and she sighs.

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "The Archivist has improved. A little."

She wrinkles her nose. Not enough to want to be on speaking terms with her....but that wound is still too raw to unpack.

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST She laughs quietly. The headache-inducing quality of her laugh is worse here, in her den, in her self.

"How does it feel to be the only decent thing that came out of that horrible place?"

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST She lays her head down on his shoulder. At this moment, the temperature problem doesn't seem to matter. Not in her halls.

"I'm glad to be around you." She smiles softly. "It reminds me of...simpler times."

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST And in a moment she is small and vulnerable and so very...herself. She's pressed up against the wall, head leaned back to stare at the ceiling. Her hair spills across the floor and her glasses hang uselessly on the tip of her nose.

"You don't. But that's okay."

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "It would be painful regardless. It's..."

She pauses, trying to phrase it in a way Tim would understand. When did he become so concrete? Or...perhaps, when did her own feelings become so difficult to clearly articulate.

"Like an old wound flaring up in salt water."

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "It's all..."

It gestures wildly. The motion causes the hallway to twist like a towel being wrung dry.

"Memories. Hers and its- and mine. Jumbled. Confused."

It grows sharp.

"Painful."

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST It...collapses. That's the only way that makes sense to describe it. It crumples, like...an aluminum can under deep sea pressure. It looks up at him, still wavering, still nowhere near human.

"You. You....you. You make it all so.

So so sososo hard to understand."

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "I know. You don't have to say anything."

As she calms down, her form gets a little more manageable, although she's still nowhere close to human.

"She.....I..."

It pauses, not entirely sure what to say.

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST "You were her best friend."

His hand burns. She doesn't care. The wallpaper begins to peel.

"Even if she had been able to quit that would have been true."

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST Something takes his hand, although whether it could be rightly described as a hand is up for debate.

"I'm- I know I'm only her in some of the ways that matter."

She squeezes his hand.

"But she would *never* have gotten sick of you. Never."

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST The door swings shut behind them, and Sasha immediately loses her grasp on the concrete form she's been clinging to so tightly, expanding into the hallway like depressurizing foam. The whole hallway shakes.

"Sorry- sorrysorrysorry-"

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST There is a door at the corner of the cafe. A yellow door that has never been there. She pulls him toward it.

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@BAKFROMTHEBLAST She feels.....

She doesn't know. She *feels.* She nearly shakes the whole cafe under the weight of the feeling.

She holds his hands to the place where her heart most certainly is not.

".....Come with me. Somewhere Else. Please?"