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[versusnurture]

[Abigail spends a lot of time with Tyrion, but not all of it. Occasionally she makes quiet escapes, flitting from sight to sight like a songbird. In the end, though, she settles at a coffee shop with newly purchased books - The Violent Bear It Away first, then The Optimist's Daughter.]

[She tells Tyrion where she is, so he won't worry or (more importantly) come looking for her. Every few hours she gets up and wanders the neighborhood, a shopping district. She thoroughly enjoys her anonymity; she hasn't had any for a while.]

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Do you like it here? I'm bored.

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[permutates]

[ The boots are back now, and Raven nudges the correct pair over to Abigail, while trying them herself. ]

Well. Do you have mutants, in your world?

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[She rolls her eyes, starts tugging the boots on. She doesn't think she's ever held anything so expensive in her life.]

No. Just people.

[permutates]

Is it tight in the calf?

[ Raven can reform how she looks to fit it, obviously, but when she stands in front of the mirror, she sees the flaws in structure. The designer was more concerned with straight lines than how a person's leg actually works - meaning the boot looks very good on a mannequin. ]

Hmm. I don't like it, really.

- In my world, there was a standoff over Cuba. Russians were going to place missiles in, and the United States wouldn't let them. A mutant named Sebastian Shaw wanted to turn it into nuclear war. I was there.

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Um. A little.

[She glances down at the boots. There's a touch of genuine insecurity about this.]

You stopped it?

[She assumes that must be the case. That Raven is some kind of hero. Why else would she be a warden? Someone with blinding optimism and no self-doubt.]

[Which is why Will wouldn't be.]

[permutates]

I helped.

...I was there, anyway.

[ She doesn't want to overestimate her contribution. Next time, she'll be better. ]

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. . . So you don't actually think you helped?

[She covers her mouth, abruptly.]

Sorry. That was rude. Just - you don't seem sure.

[permutates]

[ Surprisingly, this doesn't sting that much. Maybe it's because something Raven has already thought about, too much.] It's okay.

I helped. I wasn't all that important, though.

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It's still more than I've done.