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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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[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.