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If there were people who wanted to learn to dance, I know . . . other kinds.

I don't know how to cha-cha. Mark can teach that one once he wakes up. [:|]

[Also, Nathan, you don't get a choice.]

private } stark

[You probably don't get a choice either.]

What are you doing.

private } kelsier

I need to.

We should talk.

spam } marsh

[Vin is currently playing a stimulating game of 'acclimatize myself to Marsh's presence', which manifests in following him around for five-minute bursts at random times of day, whenever he emerges from his sad cocoon. She's not making a particular effort to conceal herself in any way at all. She just knows he won't do it.]

private } arya

I don't know your warden. How is she?

spam } polly

[Now Vin is playing a rousing game of 'follow Polly around to figure out her habits and possibly weaknesses'. Still not making a tremendous effort to hide her presence.]

private } morgana

I saw you in the breach. You smiled more, then. [Slightly bemused by this.]

spam } open

[She probably didn't realize the extent to which she felt trapped, before now. But while she isn't precisely happy, her step is a little lighter, especially with her wolfhound at her side.]

[She spends hours in the CES, once she catches an iteration of it with brightest skies and most sharply defined white clouds. Almost no time on the ground, though - she practices with coins, pleased not to be able to rely on metal in the deck for jumps. It's the work of precision and angles that pleases her.]

[After a few hours of this, she rests at the top of a smallish pine tree, examining its sap, while Clifford sits at the root and whines at her to get down occasionally.]

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You killed him to save your own life. And you don't regret it. I don't need to know anything else. [It's not fair. She knows that to some extent. But she doesn't know how to separate her from Merlin yet.]

Them. You have no idea who they are. Maybe smiling means losing.

If you don't need to know anything else, then I don't need to know what smiling does or doesn't mean to you. I'll just assume that you're an idiot, and you can go on assuming I'm a heartless monster.

Who killed you?

Someone just like you.

[And not even that's fair to Merlin but since when has she been fair to Merlin.]

Yes, obviously, I know that.

[Geez, it's like you think she's stupid or something.]

What else did he do to you?

[tbf, she thinks everyone's stupid.]

I don't see how it's any of your business.

You don't.

[srsly]

Have I insinuated that I intend to have anything further to do with you? Because I don't think you're the sort to feel easily threatened.

So what? Do you want to know how he condemned my sister to a slow and painful death? Do you want to hear about the time he poisoned me, when I still thought him my closest friend?

They've already won. You can exercise idle curiosity somewhere else.

I'm not afraid of you. But I do think you're a threat. You're more than happy to jump to conclusions and lump me in with someone you consider to be your enemy, and I know how easy it is for people with enough power to cause damage out of fear and bitterness and helplessness.

It's not idle curiosity, it's paranoia. I thought that might make you smile.

Does Zane scare you?

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Not anymore.

Why?

Because I know exactly who I am now, and he can't take that away from me.

And you trust him not to try.

Not yet. Maybe soon.

How much has he changed, since you knew him?

Very much.

The Barge doesn't make everyone better.

Of course not. Nothing makes everyone better.

Sometimes it makes them worse.

I know what the consequences were be, if I confused what little I know about you with what I know about him. And I'm not willing to pay them yet.

Yet.

When will you be? Or, under what conditions will you be?

If you really are the same sort of miserable, lying backstabber he was. Then I'll pay my pound of flesh.

That's fair.

It made you worse?

It made me mad.

[That still scares her, just the smallest bit.]

What kind?

[She's known so much insanity from so many different places; the word 'mad' itself means nothing to her.]

The kind that leaves you wishing for a knife in the heart if only it would make the world make sense again.

[The pit left her madder than Wonderland, but that doesn't matter. It started here.]

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