nexus_crossings | Now you're just somebody that I used to know.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Now it is Adia who is drunk and... well, not loud, although visually she's a mess. She's not dolled up like she was in her Medusa costume and she isn't even wearing a pretty scarf like did over the holidays. She looks about as miserable as she feels.

It's comforting to see her new friend, at least, even if his advice makes her blink at him owlishly. "No... no, it..." She trails off. She doesn't know where to start explaining.

But Harrowheart is willing to lend a sympathetic ear, so she turns off the cute hamster video and takes another swig of boxed wine for courage. "There's a war where I'm from," she says softly. "A terrible one. Someone I cared about deeply was a sleeper agent for the enemy." She swallows hard and adds, "He... he killed himself, once he realized what he was. But his kind resurrects... downloads itself into a new body. I-- I was being interrogated in the detention center and he came and got me and led me out, b-but when I worked up the nerve to ask if it was him, he just..."

She pantomimes a shoving motion, then lets her hands drop into her lap. "Like I was nothing."

Harrow blinks hard at the unexpected mention of suicide. She's just going to say that out loud without couching her words and then move on? Onto... downloading consciousness, resurrection, people who aren't quite themselves after death...

"I... W-wow, Adia, that ain't what I expected to hear. But... I think I get it? Yeah, I think this makes sense to me. And I get why you're cryin', but... Shoot, I ain't tryin' to make hope spring eternal or nothin', but maybe you're cryin' for the wrong reason? Listen,"

He shifts position so that one of his arms is around Adia's shoulders. He pulls her in close, but not so close that he can't look her in the face to be sure she's at least partly following what he's about to say.

"I don't know anything about your world and your war, but... After I died, I resurrected too, right? And if anyone who loved me before had seen me then, they would'a thought I hated them too. Of course that was necromancy, and not tech...nology?" He isn't sure he understands, but he's only ever heard the word 'download' in technological terms. "But maybe it's the same deal? Maybe it ain't that he hates you, hun?"

He pats her arm and jostles her to keep her in the conversation. "Maybe he really didn't know it was you? Maybe he just ain't got his memories right now? ... Is that better or worse?"

It's a painful memory, but Adia is willing to share it for context. She's forgotten for a moment that Harrowheart is from a very different world than hers, but he seems to get it, and that's a relief. She doesn't want to have to explain herself again.

The ~~Christian~~ side hug is unexpected, but Adia lets herself get drawn in. made malleable by the wine and Harrow's comforting presence. This close, she smells more like alcohol than ice cream, and there is also the scent of dirt that permeates her clothes. She listens intently to his explanation, surprise overtaking grief. "Oh... I-- I didn't know you'd been through all that." She knew he was undead, but she hadn't thought about it much otherwise. She looks at him sympathetically. "Sounds like it was a rough time."

Her gaze drops at his question. "I-- I don't know," she says with uncertainty. "He's a clone, kind of, so it might not even have been him, but..." She frowns and shakes her head. "I was so sure. The way he looked at me, like he knew me." She blinks back tears. "But then, if he didn't remember me, why was he so mean? He didn't have to push me away like that. It's like the very thought of mentioning his name made him angry."

She looks up at Harrow again, doe-eyed. "What was it like for you? How did you get your memories back? Did you... did you get back in touch with the people who loved you?"

When Adia's eyes begin to fill with tears again Harrow squeezes her just a smidge tighter.

"Maybe he did remember you, then? Maybe he had to stay undercover? He's --" don't say 'one of the bad guys.' There has to be a more diplomatic way to describe that, right? "What's that you called it? A sleeper cell? So, if he's gotta work for the other team then he's gotta act the part, right? Maybe he shoved you to prove he remembers you, even though he couldn't say so?..."

Okay, now it just feels cruel, leading her on like this. But being more cynical about it all would be even more cruel.

"For me? It... I mean, I don't wanna say it was a rough time? What happened with me was, uh..." He pauses to clear his throat and think over what he wants to say. To buy a little time he steals Adia's spoon and invites himself to test a bite of her ice cream, which he approves of with a little sound. He's got no problem with putting that licked spoon back in the ice cream for her later enjoyment.

"So," he says, swallowing, "For me, after I died, the necromancers raised my body up to serve the Scourge, which... I guess that's kinda like your man bein' in his new body? And my mind was different after that. I didn't think the same thoughts as I used to. It didn't feel like the Scourge controlled my mind... It felt like I made my own decisions? Except. Those decisions mostly centered around servin' the Scourge. People I used to think were good were bad all of a sudden, and people I used to think were bad were on my side. I did things I wouldn't'a done normally, so maybe he's like that? Just scrambled up and doesn't even know it."

Another bite of her ice cream later and he continues answering her many questions. "I got my memories back when the leader of the Scourge, the one who controlled us all, was killed. That's when my free will came back, too, and I could decide for myself who was good and who was bad. And, yeah, yeah I got back with folks who loved me. Took me a while. I was ashamed to show my face after everything that'd happened to me. I was worried if everyone would still love me if they knew I wasn't the same as they were anymore." He pats Adia's knee gently and begins to nod slowly. "But they did. Mostly. Everyone came around after enough time. Now my folks live here in the Nexus with me. My mom and my dad and all my brothers and sisters. And things are different, sure, but they're still good. And maybe it can be that way for you and your man too?"

He's trying hard to make her feel better, but even she can tell that he's reaching. She pats his arm, the one draped around her, to gently discourage him from that line of reasoning. "Caspar wouldn't shove me to prove anything... not the Caspar I remember. The only time he was rough with me was when he found out he was a Cylon and grabbed me to... to buy him some time, I guess. So that no one would shoot him. He was immediately sorry, worried that he had hurt me." Her eyes narrow and she wipes at them again. "This Caspar wasn't sorry at all."

She's conveniently leaving out the fact that he hesitantly offered to help her back on her feet afterwards. That doesn't fit with her narrative of him being a big meanie who hurt her feelings.

Harrow's story is fascinating, even through her haze of alcohol, enough that she doesn't object to him stealing a spoonful of ice cream. After the second bite, though, she picks up the carton and starts eating it herself before he can snag anymore. "I don't think it's like that for him," she comments. "I mean, I see the similarities between what happened to you and what happened to him, but..." She sighs. "He was never human. All the memories he had of a childhood and most of his adulthood, too, were fake. When he resurrected, it might have been like returning to how he was meant to be. Not human, not... wanting to be human."

At least Harrow's story has a happy ending, one that makes her smile despite her own situation. "I'm glad. I'm glad that they took you back." Her tears come back, bittersweet ones this time. "I would have taken Caspar back. If... if this hadn't had happened. I would have."

Oh, Adia's taking the ice cream? Right, he'll just have to help her drink her wine then. He pours a little from the box into the glass and samples the goods while he listens to what she has to say.

"So is that all it takes for you to give up on him? One shove? Adia..." Okay, he's trying not to be judgmental, but it isn't easy. He eyes that wine glass again but decides she's going to need it more than him.

"You really wanna move past him, then? You're sure about it?..."

It's cheap boxed wine. It's okay. It's all she could afford; there's no economy to speak of on New Caprica, so she scrounged up whatever coins she still had and bought it at a convenience store near the Plaza. Harrow can have as much of it as she likes, she's already well into hangover-next-day territory.

Her eyes narrow a little when he comes to Caspar's defense. He pushed her! In front of everybody. But then she thinks about Harrowheart's situation. He probably did a lot of bad things while under the influence of the Scourge. Things far more horrible than pushing someone into the dirt. What if no one had forgiven him, when he finally had his memories and free will back?

She shakes her head. No. It's not the same for Caspar. She appreciates where Harrow's coming from, but the Cylons aren't puppets under the control of a Lich King. "I don't have a choice," she tells Harrow miserably. "It's not like I'm going to see him again. Not unless they send me back to the detention center..." A little fear creeps into her voice and she sets aside her ice cream, stomach turning. Caspar broke her heart, but there are worse things to worry about on New Caprica. She'd like to avoid all Cylons now, if she can.

Adia forsaking her ice cream when the subject of detention centers comes up is not lost on him. There are deeper reasons at work for why Adia shouldn't -- or can't -- see Caspar again. Maybe he ought to let her have this excuse? Let Caspar be wrong, let him be the bad guy, and let her move on. Like he said earlier, her world isn't his, and her war isn't his. He can't pretend to fully understand it.

"Well..." he starts, unsure himself where he intends to take his next words. His palms rub together idly as if they might spark a thought.

"There was a time -- a long time ago, way back when I was alive -- when I had to get over someone I fell real deep in love with. She wasn't human, just like Caspar ain't human; She was a lady from a far-away place, another world I never got to see. We spent a long time ignorin' reality before we finally admitted there wasn't any hope for a future together. There was just too much in the way, too much difference between us. So I said my last goodbyes to her, and after that I pretended she was dead. I imagined I'd never see her again, and for me I guess that made it easier. It was too much to think that she was out there livin' a happy life while I went back to one I didn't really like."

Laughing quietly he puts his arm around her and once more jostles her in an attempt to inject a little hopefulness.

"I know it sounds selfish. You're supposed to want the person you love to live a happy life no matter what, right? But sometimes it don't really work out like that. Sometimes you gotta find a new way to convince yourself there's no goin' back even when you think there oughta be. Don't think too bad of me for suggestin' it, hmm?"

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"Oh... Harrowheart, that's so sad. I'm sorry." Her eyes well with tears, for her friend this time instead of herself. "That was brave of you. Of both of you, to say goodbye." Maybe that's what she should have done in the first place -- kept pretending that Caspar was dead, instead of acknowledging his resurrection. She had mourned him, once, had nearly gotten over her grief. Seeing him again had opened all those wounds.

His jostle doesn't do much for her stomach, but she isn't afraid anymore, at least. It's hard not to feel safe in the presence of an undead knight with a heart of gold. Isidor was right about him. ""No, of course not," she tells him earnestly. "I'm glad it worked for you. But I don't know if it's something I can do..." She rubs at her eyes. "It's hard to pretend that he's dead when I see his face everywhere I go."

"No, no!" Harrow hurries as he sees Adia's tears starting up. What can he say? What does he do? He's already holding her, he can't hold her more. He pats her arms all over like he's trying to smother small flames and looks around as if he expects help. When he finally looks back to her he's smiling and emboldened by the (approximate) knowledge of what to say.

"Naw, Adia, it ain't sad! Don't you worry, hun, you're just drunk. And I know you see your man everywhere, 'cause I felt that way about Farina, too." Maybe not quite so literally, as the person he loved wasn't a clone, but he's not going to let those facts get in the way of bullshit advice. "But, listen: I managed to get over her eventually, and I know you can get over Caspar. Just try this..."

Harrow takes in a deep breath and lets it sit in his lungs for a few seconds. One of his hands sweeps in a large arc, showcasing the Nexus as he says, "Rebound! That's what you need. A rebound relationship. Somethin' short, somethin' that ain't meant to last forever. Get with someone who gets your mind off Caspar, then go your own way! Maybe try someone who ain't like him at all? Someone you never thought you'd be interested in?"

His palm presses against his chest as he chances an example. "Like, for me, I was crazy about this one girl about two years back, right? Relationship was great, I was happy as hell, 'til one day she decided she didn't wanna be with me anymore because I couldn't give her kids. Up and left without so much as a goodbye. I was all torn up about it." He's not going to linger on any details for drunken minds to run with. When it comes to breakups, the less he says the better. "Right away I let myself get swept up in a romance with someone I never would'a seen myself with: a dude. And... It was real different! But different was what I really needed at the time. I forgot all about my ex and focused on someone who was new in all sorts of ways. It was like all those bad feelings never happened!"

Suddenly his brows lower and in a severe voice he hisses, "And when that low-down dirty motherfucker cheated on me it didn't matter half as much, 'cause I only went with him for a couple'a months. He doesn't matter. It didn't matter! I got right over it like it was nothin'." That is definitely an argument to convince Adia and not Harrowheart. Definitely.

Sighing, he raises his eyebrows and once again takes on a gentler tone. "What I'm tryin' to say..." he explains, "Is that maybe you oughta get a girlfriend?"

The rapid arm patting leaves her dizzy and discombobulated, as does Harrow's valiant speech about finding someone new. The plot twist in the second act has her forgetting her own problems for the rest of the time he speaks. So... maybe not the greatest advice, but at least it got her to stop crying again!

"Um." It's her turn to think about what to say. There are a lot of things she could comment on, and if she were more sober she'd have a lot of questions, but Harrow has already revealed enough about himself. It's her turn now. "I don't like girls," she starts, then blushes and adds, "Not that there's anything wrong with that! And women are way prettier than men, anyway, but... well, uh, actually I have a boyfriend right now. His name's Will and he's... he's not like Caspar at all."

And then she blushes, but not in a romantic way. She looks ashamed. "I met him... um, a few months after Caspar died. Except I was trying to move on, not... not use him as a rebound." Although he totally fits the bill. Tall, blond, extraverted... everything Caspar isn't. And isn't it funny that she's here, in the Nexus, seeking the company of ice cream and boxed wine and a eclectic group of friends instead of being with him instead? She hadn't even thought to turn to him for comfort...

"I, uh... I didn't know Caspar had resurrected. When I started dating him." She picks up the ice cream again and picks at it with her spoon. "He's, um... he's nice." Oh, ouch. She might as well say he has a great personality, too.

Woah, woah, woah. Adia has a boyfriend? Harrowheart's surprise shows on his face, then quickly gives way to a little tilt of the head and the sort of exaggerated, thoughtful frown that says 'That's fair.' Now he sets his elbow on Adia's computer desk and rests his cheek on his wrist. He is ready as Hell for some Story Time.

"So you met this Will guy and you're goin' with him, but –" Suddenly a thought occurs to him and his eyebrows rise quickly. He leans in slightly to ask, "Wait. You think Caspar knows about this? I mean, you said you were bein' interrogated... Did you mention Will at all? 'Cause if I was Caspar and I found out my girl 'moved on' from me just a couple'a months after I 'passed away,'" big air quotes, "I'd be pretty hurt. Like... Maybe he thought you betrayed him? And he had to go have a good robo-cry while drinkin' robo-wine and eatin' robo-ice cream?"

A few seconds pass before he thinks to add, "Not that you betrayed him. I mean, you thought he was gone for good. I'd be hurt if I were him, but I wouldn't blame you or nothin'. I think? Maybe. I-Idunno." Great show of confidence from the death knight here.

"No!" She looks horrified -- outraged -- at the idea. "Will is a member of the Resistance, talking about him would get him killed. I didn't say anything about him, or the Nexus, even when that Cylon woman was threatening me for withholding information. if Caspar hadn't walked in when he did, she would have --"

She cuts herself off her panicked tirade, forces herself to calm down. Harrow didn't know. She shouldn't take it out on him. "I... I don't know much about what happens when Cylons resurrect. They relive their death, so isn't painless. But I... I can't imagine him like that, even how he was before. I never saw him cry." Her lower lip trembles. "He used to tease me for getting upset if someone got hurt in a movie. Not in a mean way, but..."

Harrow's lukewarm assurances don't do much to bolster her mood. "I should have waited longer," she says morosely. "I wasn't ready to move on, as much as I wanted to. B-but Will was so charming, and passionate..." She hunches in her seat, her voice becoming small. "...and I was really tired of being alone."

Adia's accusatory tone sends Harrowheart leaning backward and holding up his empty palms to prove he isn't trying to cause a fuss. Still, he doesn't try to interrupt her. She has a lot to say, and maybe it's for the best she lets it all out. When she mentions Caspar walking in and stopping imminent harm Harrow tilts his head down and looks at Adia from under raised eyebrows. That doesn't seem like just a coincidence to him... But Adia has much more to say, and so he lets her say it. Only when she's through and he's taken a few seconds to think over his answer does he reply.

"Don't beat yourself up for movin' on – or tryin' to. It's normal, it's natural. Even if maybe you weren't ready for it, it ain't like you did it to make things worse. Right?" Right. "But what I wanna hear about right now is Will. How'd you meet him? What do you see in him? In what ways is he better and worse than Caspar, discountin' the whole robot thing?"

Adia seems completely oblivious to the possibility that Caspar purposefully stopped Three from making good on her threats, too focused on how he treated her afterwards. She misses the look that Harrow gives her, too, as she has returned to her wine consumption. Harrow can keep the glass, she's taking a swig from the carton.

Unfortunately, all the wine in the world can't ease her guilt. If she couldn't have let go of her feelings for Caspar, then the least she could have done was not drag someone else into her mess. It surprises her anyway that Harrow has a bunch of questions about Will, but maybe talking about him will absolve her somehow. "I met him at a fleet-wide meeting for science types. He's a chemist, and he works at the water treatment plant. He, um... we weren't friends for very long before he asked me out. I said yes, because... well, because why not? He made me smile. He brought me out of my shell... I was surviving, but... but I wasn't living, you know? He made me care about things again."

She frowns a little and adds, "Caspar was quiet, like me. He didn't like parties, he didn't like to argue. Will is about as far from him as a person can get. When he sees an injustice, he fights it. He fights it with all his heart." She thinks of how Caspar pushed her away rather than answer her question. "He's not a coward."

It's enough for Harrow to listen neutrally to all she has to say, nodding occasionally as he absorbs every detail. Until, that is, she's accusing Caspar of being a coward. Now, he doesn't know Caspar, not personally. All he has to go on is what Adia has said. But something about Adia's implication of his cowardice rubs him the wrong way.

His brows furrow and his nostrils flare. "And Caspar's a coward? How? Is he a coward 'cause he killed himself? Is he a coward 'cause he slipped in and took you to safety when he saw the woman who was interrogatin' you was gonna take it to the next level? Or is it because he shoved you away when he was savin' your life?"

He prods his own chest with his thumb and says, "'Cause if you ask me? It sounds like Caspar was braver than I was. Sounds to me like he tried to make sure you were gonna keep livin' a free and happy life without him and his problems draggin' you down. I think you're underestimatin' how much he's tryin' to do to keep you alive."

He shakes his head and looks away for a moment, focuses on the other people passing by in the plaza. "Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he is a coward, and callin' him that makes it easier to forget about him. Sounds like he wants you to get over him, too." He shrugs one shoulder dismissively. "So maybe it's best you go on rememberin' him as a coward."

Harrow's words a like a bucket of ice water in the face of the story she's told herself about Caspar and his motivations. She stares at the death knight in silence, color draining from her face. "You think that he..."

She trails off. It's pointless to repeat what Harrowheart has so clearly stated. She thinks back to the interrogation room, to the convenient timing of Caspar's arrival. What a coincidence, that he would be there, and at a time when she needed someone the most.

And then she crumbles, a sob of misery leaving her before she covers her face in her hands. "I never said he was a coward," she chokes behind fresh tears. "Will's not like him at all... but he's not like me, either. I'm the coward."

Harrowheart's disappointed glower lasts through the turning of the gears of her mind, but then that heart-breaking sob escapes her and his bitter facade immediately cracks, leaving only deep worry and discomfort in its place.

"N-no, no," he tries weakly even as Adia is accusing herself of being the deeply flawed person in the equation. Is she right? May– No, no, it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if she's right, only that she's openly weeping in public and he caused it – if only by proxy, and even then by accident. Watching her cry into her hands like that feels like a crime. He glances around, positive someone's going to be coming for him for doing this.

"Adia, no..." he tries again, his voice hardly above a whisper. "No one's a coward here, I-I promise. Everyone's just confused. You're just confused. That's how life is. No one knows what's goin' on until things are said and done, and even then sometimes you need another person to point it all out to you."

One of his hands rubs at her shoulders to distract her from her feelings. "The thing that matters most is what you do once you do know. S-so maybe we oughta focus on that? Hmm?"

It is a rather sad sight, like an orphaned animal or something equally helpless, but his immediate change in tone and comforting shoulder rub seem to calm her down. After a few seconds, she sniffles back at the rest of her tears and wipes at her eyes. She really should have bought a box of tissues along with the wine and ice cream.

"All this time, he never contacted me, never showed any sign that he was still out there, but maybe... maybe he was doing what you did with your alien girlfriend. He was pretending that I was dead, or that... that whoever he is now, he isn't Caspar anymore." She remembers the only answer that he gave her, that Caspar died, and the broken look in his eyes when she mentioned resurrection. "It probably hurt him a lot to see me again. To break the illusion..."

She exhales deeply, then sits up straight, squaring her shoulders and looking at Harrow with a determined expression. (Or as determined as one can look while drunk.) "Well, if that's what he wants... okay. I'll pretend Caspar's dead, too. I'll move on... if not for his sake, then mine."

Harrow nods along with everything Adia has to say – mostly. It's nods on nods, gentle shoulder rubs and wise humming of agreements until suddenly the record scratches and it all comes to a stop. Wait, wait, wait. Adia's brain took a turn for the worst there in the end.

"Now, hold on a second, there," he says, his voice warbling with uncomfortable laughter. "You don't gotta actually abandon him just 'cause of how he's actin' to cope! Don't you think, if he's out there hurtin' 'cause he can't have you, and you're sittin' here hurtin' 'cause you can't have him, that the solution might be to... Y'know..."

His floating hands come together and his fingers intertwine.

"Maybe get back together with your man, so no one's out there lonely and cryin'?..."

"No... no, there's no way we can be together, anyway. It was foolish of me to think otherwise." She pats at one of Harrow's floating hands in a commiserating sort of way. "I'm glad you shared your story with me, the one about the alien girlfriend. I don't know if I would have thought to move on that way, or think that Caspar was doing the same thing. Now I know what I need to do."

To think, she almost entertained the idea of trying to find Caspar again. Good thing Harrowheart set her straight.

Harrowheart's jaw clenches when he hears what comes out of her mouth. All he can do is widen his eyes, lower his eyebrows, and turn away for a minute. Don't let her see you glaring FURIOUSLY into the distance. Don't clench your hands while she's holding them. DON'T TELL HER YOU WANT TO KILL HER. Let it go. Let it aaaaalllll out in one long, controlled breath, just like Dr. Hill taught you.

Eventually his swings his attention back to Adia, but he can't help looking totally incredulous. He opens and closes his mouth numerous times as he tries and fails to say something appropriate, until finally he manages something.

"Girl, are you shittin' me?" He stares hard at her a while before his eyes flit down to the box of wine, then back up to her face.

"How drunk are you right now? Am I gonna have to tuck your bad-decision-makin' ass into bed and get back to this conversation when you're sober? I am, aren't I?"

Harrow may think that he is doing a great job hiding his anger, but Adia can tell that he's pissed at her. Her mind scrambles frantically over the last thing she said, wondering what it was that she said wrong, and how she can fix it. It must be her fault, right? He had given her such good advice, but clearly she wasn't...

Her thoughts stall out when he finally speaks. And maybe it's the wine, or the fact that she's already had such a horrible day, but instead of asking what he means, she grabs the ice cream pint and slams it so hard on the computer desk that the spoon goes flying out and clatters onto the floor.

"What do you want from me, Harrowheart?! I'm following your advice! You think I can just waltz into the nearest basestar and find Caspar again? I'm not some... some big guy with axes and floating hands! I'd get killed. Worse than that! Not to mention what my own people would do to me. Getting called a traitor would be the least of it!"

She sniffles angrily and grabs the spoon from the floor and shoves it back into the pint. She's crying again, out of frustration this time. "Caspar's the Cylon, he's the one with all the power on our world. He's the one who could have done something about his feelings if he wanted to. If you want us back together so frakkin' bad, maybe you should be talking to him and not me."

Harrowheart's expression runs the full gamut of emotions as she reacts to what he said: shock, grief, guilt, frustration. The clattering of the spoon startles him, but he quickly regains his composure. He opens his mouth a few times to defend himself, but each time forces himself to keep quiet while she vents – difficult though it is.

When there's silence between them he sighs through his nose. He begins to shake his head as he presses his lips together.

"No," he says quietly. "No, you're right. You're right, and... I'm bein' a jackass. I came in here treatin' your problems like some kinda fuckin' story that's supposed to have a happy endin', not like it's your life. Just... Don't listen to me, Adia. You just do what you gotta do."

He stands from where he had been crouching and looks down at Adia with a final sigh of regret.

"I'll leave you alone to do it. And... I hope it works out for you, whatever it is you choose to do."

For a brief moment, Adia's heart burns bright with vindication. She didn't hold back, she lost her temper like everyone else and made someone listen! It feels... it feels...

It feels awful.

"Harrowheart..." She stands up unsteadily, gripping the back of her chair for balance. "I shouldn't have snapped at you, you were only trying to help." She looks up at him earnestly after wiping at what's left of her tears. "I-- think our situations aren't as similar as we thought at first, but... that's a good thing. Because... because even if I don't get a happy ending to my story, that doesn't mean you won't get a happy ending to yours. Okay?"

She picks up the pint of ice cream, gently this time, and offers it to Harrowheart as a peace offering. "Um... if you don't mind sticking around a little longer... do you want to watch some animal videos with me?" Maybe what she really needs is someone to sit with her for a little while and remind her that she's not alone.

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Now you're just somebody that I used to know.

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