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[It sounds as if she's just finished crying. There's a clink as she drops a spoon onto a dish and she finally speaks up.]

I said...I hope it goes down. [There's a nervous giggle.] But I don't know where down is. [Pause as the ship rumbles a bit. She takes in a trembling breath.] Looks like I was right, though.

Who knew that I would have them back? Who knew it would work like this?

I looked out my door today and saw the Darkness. I didn't know that Light Sorceress could curse people like this. Because that's what it is, you realize. It's not a flood. It's not...anything the Admiral has done. Condemn him if you like. It's more futile than usual.

[She turns on the camera. Those mentioned in the post who could see the curse will be able to see the vortex around her, invading her room. ~~Barge magic, yeah~~]

I almost destroyed Moscow last time this happened. Last time, it was unintentional. Last time, they could talk me down from it and I could be saved from their...alternative method. [A bitter laugh.] Death.

They said once you pick a side that you can't change to the other one. Light to Darkness...all of that. I don't see why. It's so much easier to hate like this, isn't it? When you've been pushed so far, when so many people have kicked you in the face, it's easy to fall.

That's what power is, isn't it, O'Brien? [She reaches forward to turn off the transmission before she starts crying again. Then pauses.]

Someone might want to check on Petronilla. [BECAUSE SHE'S NOT. That's all!]

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I should be, though. Donny used to tell me it was wrong to pretend everything was alright. I didn't think it would ever lead to this. [She didn't sit up.] it doesn't matter now. It's not going to get better. If I take it off now, it will be worse.

[And fear was more powerful than any other emotion.]

Donny as right. [He paused and shook his head,] It won't be worse. I will do everything I damn well can to make sure it's not worse. I'll... I'll do my best to make sure it's not worse. Trust me.

You fight so many losing battles, Neil. [Shr let out a gasp of a sob.] You shouldn't have to.

I'm sorry I did this. But...I wanted it.

Then let me win one, Sveta.

[He paused.]

You... if you're sorry, you can find it in you to stop it.

[She looked up to him, hurt. Didn't he see that she was trying?! She just...didn't have the strength. The curse was so cold around her. It sucked the very strength from her body. She sat up, threw a pillow at him, and stomped towards the bathroom. She'd never send him away, but she could go somewhere else.]

I am sorry! I didn't want this mess! But now that it's here, I...it won't go away!

[The pillow hit him and he blinked a little, then kicked it to one side, starting after her,]

I know, Sveta, but it can go away. Because I know you hate this place, and I know it must be damn difficult to make it go away, but it can and you can find the will, I know it.

[She slipped into the bathroom, quickly slamming the door behind her.] Why does everyone say that? I can't. It will go away when I stop hating, or when I stop feeling anger towards this place!

Not because I can just will it away.

[He stared for a long moment when she slammed the door, trying to keep his cool. He took a careful breath inwards and went to lean against the door, talking through it.]

That's not what I meant. It takes willpower to hate, and the same to stop hating. I know you have that will, Sveta. I have seen it in you so many times, and not faked, but for real. I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you had the will to stop hating and stop this.

[She walked to the sink and splashed her face with water.]

You wouldn't? And where would you be?

I don't know, Sveta, but I know it's not the case.

Neil, stop. Just leave me alone, please. [She sat down on the floor and buried her face in her hands. She didn't even want to get up agian. SHe didn't want to do anything. She didn't want to talk anymore.]

[He sighed and kept talking carefully and quietly through the door,]

Sveta, the options are I either stay here, or I let someone murder you. I won't.

Let them do it, then. [It wasn't what she really felt. It was what she had told Angelica, though. She didn't care if she died, but...in reality...she did. And she didn't want to die. She was just hurting. And upset.]

[Howie had heard it from Angelica, and his breath choked in his throat. He couldn't bear to hear her say that to him.]

Sveta, let me in, please.

The door's not locked. [She knew that defeated the purpose of trying to get him away from her, but she didn't care at this point.]

[He tried the door and opened it, then stepped inside,]

Sveta. You... I don't allow people to die. And I love you. I really do.

It would make them happy. Everyone. [She looked up to him, tears staining her cheeks.] I love you, too, but...

This isn't about that.

No, it wouldn't, Sveta. It wouldn't. [He looked down at her, then sat down next to her by the door,]

I know it isn't about that, but... you dying is. It's a matter of principle. But it's also that... I love you, and I cannot bear to stand by and let someone kill you because it's an easy option. I'd rather take the hard one and pass out here trying.

A lot of us would. So many people here care for you, it's not an illusion, it's real.

I don't want you to pass out trying, Neil. But they hate me. And...and they want to kill me for this. And that's why I can't ever go back to the way things were. This place is so terrible. The people are so awful.

[She sniffled a bit.] Why shouldn't I hate it here when there are those who would turn so easily?

They want to kill you because they want everyone else to live. It's consequentialist. It's wrong, but it's an argument.

[He swallowed hard,]

Not that I'm excusing them. But... even when they mean ill, they mean well, and... nobody dies, Sveta. Not you, not anyone.

Well...[She shook her head.] They're right.

That's what they need to do. Prove me right about this place.

No, Sveta. For every person like that - and for God's sake, the violent, oh, let's kill things, that's a solution, those people are the loudest and most bloody obnoxious here. [Okay, temper, had to keep calm. Temper.]

But for every person like that, there's so many who are genuinely concerned about you. About what might happen.

Who? Martha. You. Una. Cissie. Angelica. The Doctor. [She shook her head.] You're wasting your time.

Elle. Ardent. George. [okay, some of those were only in because he was.]

It's not a waste of time to try and save someone's life.

It doesn't matter, though. Death Toll...makes it not matter. I'll be back in time for them to continue hating me later.

[She hid her face in her hands again.]

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