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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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[semifreakingnormal]

[Her entire life is so incredibly foreign to him. He struggles. Someone told her to, and she just did it, that's so wrong but - Abigail isn't bad, he's so sure of that. She's not a bad person. Which means there's more to it, but he can't wrap his head around the scope.]

Was someone gonna hurt you, if you didn't?

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[versusnurture]

Yeah.

[She buries her face in his shoulder, not looking out at the world. When he's here, she feels like she can safely hide, even if just for a minute.]

He was gonna kill me.

But it doesn't matter. I still did it. [Because part of her wanted to, too. Part of her wanted to make him happy.]

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[semifreakingnormal]

[He runs his hand over her hair a few times, careful to keep his breathing even and his heart steady.]

You were protecting yourself. That matters.

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[versusnurture]

But you wouldn't do it like that.

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[semifreakingnormal]

I'm not you. I wasn't there, I don't know what I'd do. I'm...I'm sorry you had to choose. That's not....that's so messed up.

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[versusnurture]

[She pulls back a little, looks at him carefully, as though inspecting some priceless work of art. Her expression is almost pitying. He just doesn't understand. He never will.]

[It's okay, it really is, it's just - she wishes someone did. At the same time she wishes no one ever will.]

[She reaches out to pat his cheek, his jaw, where hair grows when he becomes an animal. She remembers that. He isn't quite human. Neither is she.]

You're a good friend.

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[semifreakingnormal]

[His arms tighten around her in a brief squeeze, and he leans into her hand a little shyly. It took a long time for him to be comfortable with what he is, and it still scares him sometimes.]

You're a good person.