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[versusnurture]

[When the feed comes on, the first thing there is is a wall and half of a desk. Those people on board who've been inside will know it as Abigail's room. There's a small blood smear on the edge of the desk, another dark spot on the corner of the lens.]

[She doesn't turn it towards herself, but the camera does move towards the desk, is set down at the edge of it. Two hands appear in the frame, blood-caked, palm-up. There's blood under her nails, too, drier blood that's oxidized to a deep, almost black color.]

[She doesn't say anything. But after a moment, there's a strangled noise, and she knocks the camera off the desk. The briefest flash of dark hair and a pale face; then it hits the floor and shuts off.]

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[voice ; private]

[versusnurture]

[He's been and gone. A promise.]

[She shouldn't trust it. But she sighs anyway, relieved, reassured. Inexplicably.]

Good. Okay. I believe you.

[She believes in him. Somehow.]

Why didn't you run? Or was he just - faster?

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

[He isn't certain why she believes in him, either. Especially if she can't remember everything. (And he doesn't know why there's a small ache inside him, at the thought of being believed.)]

I mistook him for somebody else.

[He breathes out in an stilted way, trying to force a bitter laugh and utterly failing.]

[voice ; private]

[versusnurture]

Someone you trusted.

I'm sorry.

[There is no pity in this. It sounds almost robotic, disconnected. Part of that's because she remembers that's what he's comfortable with. Part of it's because she still can't attach herself too closely to anyone's pain but her own. She just knows she wouldn't want to die. She can't imagine anyone else who would, either.]

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

I've heard it from too many people already, my dear. You don't have to say it.

[In a way he's glad she's back. Perhaps out of all those he knows, that he's become close to, she might be the only one to allow it when he tries to retreat back behind his walls. Make things easy and mathematical again.]

[voice ; private]

[versusnurture]

Then I won't say it again.

[Just like that, she's done pushing. At least for now - at least until she gets her feet back under her. She doesn't think she could handle it if anyone pushed her any more right now, and she thinks maybe it's the same for him.]

[Sometimes when people push you, you push back. Sometimes you just break.]

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

[Whatever happened to her, either where she was or here, she's been beaten down. He can tell it clearly. It'll have to be someone else's job to build her back up though.

He won't push either. He'll simply leave this where it lies.]

Well. As I said, if there's anything you need from me. If not...I'll simply leave you alone.

You sound as if you could use it.

[voice ; private]

[versusnurture]

Yes. I could.

[She understands. And it helps, kind of. Now she knows he's here, and his coldness calms her down. She's no longer panicking. Just present, more than she was before.]

Thank you. You were very helpful.

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

I try. When it suits me.

[And for one reason or another, it suits him to be helpful just now to her.]

Goodbye for now, Miss Hobbs.