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[versusnurture]

[The video cuts on with Abigail ever-so-dubiously holding the camera, selfie-style. A wave. Hello, Barge, someone's here with bad news.]

So, um. I feel like we should really have a pre-formatted broadcast about this ready, a kind of fill-in-the-blanks-here style thing, but, well . . .

[She pans the camera back, revealing that she's in the clinic, and directs it towards Scott. Who is asleep halfway out of a kennel, his head resting against the bars. He's drooling a little. Some cute puppy snores are happening, too.]

I need help getting Scott to the infirmary. Or, you know, wherever you people want him.

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[versusnurture]

[The pack has come and gone by now, clucking and fussing and - well, it was all very sweet in its way, but Abigail doesn't have the patience for it for long. She wonders how people with large families manage; she thinks she'd have a nervous breakdown.]

[Now that they've gone, she's cleaning up a few odds and ends that got scattered when Scott fell, things he was in the middle of doing, that kind of thing. She looks up from straightening a stack of legal pads when Ben comes in, and manages a tired smile.]

Hi, Ben.

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[warisart]

[Ben often wonders this about those that choose to dwell permanently in cities. So many people crushing so close, no room to think or breathe or relax.

There's no one else in the clinic, though, and Ben cocks his head to study the smile she gives him. He breathes out slowly, the gentle relaxing of his ribcage huddled protectively around his innermost organs, pulling his lungs with it.]

Hello, Abigail.

Do you require assistance?

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[versusnurture]

Assistance?

[She seems to ponder it for a long moment, then shakes her head.]

No. I just wish things made more sense sometimes, that's all. [The flash of a smile.] But I don't think you can help me with that, can you?

[Ben can't make sense of the whims of the Barge any more than he can make sense of what Hannibal did. Does. Did. Whichever.]