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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]

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.