catch-all: harrow.

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saturday, week seven.

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[Finding her in the common room! Sheila is still a little crispy here and there, but at least she's changed out of her clothes from earlier.]

... What a fucking day, huh?

[What's Harrow up to?]

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[She's probably sitting down for a minute, massaging her temple.]

. . . Yes. It still feels too easy.

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[Valid. She joins her, sighing as she plops down nearby.]

Right? I don't know anything about programming, but... What the fuck was that?

[Why is the furby a puppy now.]

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I know. It seemed as though it let everyone go, but. . . could it really have been as simple at that? I. . .

[She sighs.]

I need my wish. I didn't know I did, but now I know, and I can't forget it.

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You and me both. But... [She frowns at her.] What do you mean, you didn't know you did?

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Oh.

[Oh, yeah.]

. . . I haven't ever known what it was. Because of. [Tapping her temple.] So stupid. When I mentioned being told to kill to get that fixed? The furby just did it anyway, because it realized it couldn't get to me otherwise.

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Oh.

[Jesus Christ, Harrow.]

... Well, I'm happy for your free brain surgery! Less happy that you've been flying blind this whole time?

[bonetiddies]

[. . . She just has to laugh a little at that.]

I'm happy for my free brain surgery, too. I didn't mind flying blind so much. I'm good at following instructions from myself.

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Yeah...? You felt what you had to do in your bones?

[That is not as funny as Sheila thinks it is.]

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[Rolling her eyes! Sheila. Please.]

I wrote myself a list of instructions, that included that I needed to do this and get the wish. I knew I wouldn't have agreed for something stupid.

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Oh. Go, past-Harrow! She's a smart gal.

[bonetiddies]

. . . Mm. Well. I think past Harrow was a bit of a bitch, actually. It's so odd. I assumed not knowing would protect me from manipulation, but that didn't work. The furby wanted to tempt us, so it undid everything.

What it did instead was. . . protected me from my own tendencies, I think.

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... So, with almost poetic irony, the furby screwed itself over with that one.

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Correct. [She sighs, rubbing her face, tired and sad suddenly.] It couldn't have worked on me. She wouldn't have wanted to hurt any of you, either.

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[Hm? Looking at her with concern.]

"She"...?

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. . . Gideon. The person I'm here for. She is frankly a much kinder person than I am.

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If she's that much kinder, she must be the next Mother Theresa.

[Joking, a little.]

... Do you want to talk about her?

[bonetiddies]

[Making a face at her.]

Sheila, do not call me kind. Most of what I've done here, I've done for a few people who mean a lot to me. Not out of any general sort of. . . thoughtfulness.

[Anyway.]

I don't mind. I may get emotional, but it's only - I removed the memories so soon after she died; hours really. There's a backlog. [It just really was like getting slammed by a mach truck of incredibly fresh grief.]