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[versusnurture]

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[She wakes up screaming at what is, relatively speaking, three in the morning. It's a nightmare, the first really bad one since she died. She tries to remember what it was, what exactly, but it's all a blur; she remembers screaming in the dream, too; she remembers a lure; she remembers blood, lots of blood; she remembers a song. Ein Männlein steht im Walde . . . She remembers not being able to breathe. She remembers her mouth was full.]

[The first few nights, she calls people. She asks for help. After that, she wanders the halls, unable to get back to sleep, unwilling to lie in the dark any longer. Her hair is tied back, a scarf tucked around her shoulders, but her scar still stands out against the pale clamminess of her neck.]

audio } ben

[Night one, she calls Ben. She is crying, her voice muffled (she is using the bear as a pillow, as something with which to dry her tears).]

I'm not hurt. [She has to clarify this first, so he doesn't fear for her, so he doesn't hurt for her. This is how she protects him.] But I need you. Please. If - it's not too late.

audio } blight

[It's instinct to contact him. Maybe it's bad instinct. But it's what she reaches for the second night, once she's calmed herself down enough that she's no longer hyperventilating. Once she feels mostly human again.]

[It's midnight. She sounds as chipper as if it was noon.]

What do you know about brain chemistry?

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[voice ; private]

[versusnurture]

[She is warmed, to know that her intrusion into his time is, if not welcome, at least not wholly unwelcome, either. She's got no illusions that he's any gentler than he was on their first acquaintance, but at the same time, she knows herself, too. She has danced into his good graces, only halfway intentionally, only a little bit carefully, and he's let her in. Just barely, but every little bit counts.]

[For once, she has no ulterior designs other than her own security, what little of it she can find. And his, too. She wants the best for him, to the extent that he will accept it.]

[There's a smile in her voice, echoing his laugh, if that's what it is.]

I'll do that. Worst case scenario, I'll learn something.

[It means 'thank you.']

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

[If asked he would say he never doesn't have an ulterior design -- but if asked, specifically, what the plan was with regards to Abigail Hobbs, he would be forced to falter. He wants her on his side rather than not, and he still considers her a very useful source for information on the other people around here. But outside of that?

Anything he can find in this place that he enjoys, rather than be aggravated or frustrated by, is a good thing to hang onto. Because the alternative means letting his temper and instabilities keep eating at him from the inside, and that will lead no place good.

And he doesn't...dislike talking to her. She is nearly always full of intriguing surprises.]

It does seem that, somehow, you always do.

['You're welcome'.]