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[Sveta's back, friends! She's on the deck, dressed as if going to a ceremony. A long white dress whispers around her ankles and her hair falls loose around her face. She looks as if she had been crying once, but has since brushed it off, revealing only a few faint splotches of red around her eyes. She sets the camera down and takes a deep breath.]

Destiny. We're all supposed to have one, yes? We're all supposed to follow it. But I never knew you could change it.

[She holds up her hands to show them. They're covered in a faint white dust which she brushes off quickly, creating a small cloud.]

Chalkdust. [She gives the camera a very serious look.] It might as well be bloodstains. [She reaches into a small purse and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. Yeah. Sveta smokes. Enjoy that.]

Fuck them. I'm not going back.

[Private to Ardent]

I can erase Destiny. They asked me to erase the Destiny of a young boy.

[Private to Howie]

I'm back. [A soft laugh.] Obviously. He didn't stop me.

[Filtered to Friends]

Give me tonight. Then tomorrow, get me drunk. Or something.

[[OOC: So. Apologies for the Sveta spam again. BUT...Sveta's had a canon update, yay! The details of that will come later! For now, she's just a little freaked out. Also, feel free to spam if you want. She'll be up on deck for a while.]

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[He ran his hand through her hair and didn't let go,] It'll be alright. I'm here, we'll work it out.

You won't have to do it.

[She rested her forehead against his neck and just sighed softly, gaining control of the tears again.]

Thank you. I...don't know what I would do if I had to go back.

Nobody should be given decisions like that. [It was... verging on making yourself God, but he wouldn't say that.]

I'll do what I can to help, aye?

Alright. [She reached up and rubbed at her eyes, moving back to sit down in the chair again.]

I don't know what you can do. It...doesn't matter.

Just... let me think about it, hm? [He looked across at her, still definitely worried,] It does matter, Sveta. Because... you can't end up treating this place like home, so let me think about it.

This place isn't my home. [She was quite certain about that as she picked up her tea.]

I trust you. Okay. [She really didn't know what he could do, though.]

Good. Because... it shouldn't be anyone's.

[He nodded and tried to give her a reassuring smile. He had half an idea, he just had to do something with it.]

I have to ask, Sveta. The smoking? [He didn't sound bothered, just confused.]

[She shrugged, looking up to him.]

It's just...

I did at home.

Huh.

[He shrugged lightly,] It's nothing really, just that... you never used to, that's all.

I know. [She smiled at him sadly.] Going back and being with them...it was like I had never left.

So I just picked the habit back up.

...Did you remember at all?

I mean, here, not... not smoking. [He smiled at her a little.] Although, are you going to keep doing that?

I remembered everything. [She wasn't sure if that was good or not.]

But no one else knew. And...I don't know. I might. Is that a problem?

[That was... strange, but he was glad she hadn't just forgotten him.] Did you decide not to tell them, then?

[After a moment he shook his head,] Not a problem at all. I just wondered, and it surprised me, nothing more than that.

I can't tell them. They would react like Maxim did. I don't care if he's upset with me but... [she paused, looking down] the disappointment from them would be worse. Olga. Tiger Cub. Anton. [She pulled her hair back and tied it up.] I don't want that.

Because they're relying on you to do something you don't want to do? [He frowned.]

Is leaving them really better than the disappointment? [It was an honest question, not trying to push her one way or another.]

Yes. The Boss knows where I am. He knows everything. And Olga...Olga is better for this. I know that he'll find a way. With me gone, they have to find a way for her to take my place.

[She sighed.]

It's the only solution they have.

[Howie frowned. He didn't quite like that thought, as leaving someone else to end up doing the exact same as you didn't seem like... an entirely moral choice, but he had to remind himself that he couldn't sit here and judge, not tonight. He was determined to help and not say anything to make it worse.]

Will Olga be prepared to do it? [He couldn't quite help at least ask. That would make it better in his mind, anyway.]

She was prepared to do it. She's been doing it for hundreds of years. She...this is what she was supposed to do before but...she made a mistake. [Sveta sighed.] It means that she can be herself again. She can have her powers back.

[After she finished her tea, Sveta buried her face in her heads again.]

[He felt distinctly better for hearing that, as it wasn't at least, inflicting the same thing on someone else.]

I'm sorry you had to go through all of that at home, Sveta.

[pause]

Do you regret going back?

No. [Pause.] Yes. [She sighed, looking up to the wall across from her.]

I'm glad that I went because...now I have a way out. But I didn't want to go through all of it.

[He nodded, and reached across to put his hand on hers,]

I can understand that. Will you be okay?

[She gripped his hand tightly.]

Yes. Can...I stay tonight?

[He smiled at her a little,] Did you even have to ask, Sveta? Of course.

[There was a small hint of a real smile. She was burying the rest of her emotions in favor of being...lighter.] Will you let me watch Julia Roberts?

[pause, pause, slight sarcastic frown,] Do I have to... Alright, you can have Julia Roberts.

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