[ She'll open the door and invite him into her main room when he knocks, taking a moment to look him over, checking his movement and watching his eyes to see how his pain levels are. ]
[ She'll go and get her thermos and pour out; she hasn't asked for a kitchen or anything, hasn't felt the need, but she has a mini-fridge and a coffee maker and a little 'station' where she can mix up liquid meals. It's all she needs with the dining hall around.
She'll push the coffee mug over to him, black, and accompany it with a couple of sugar packets. It's a guess.]
[He steps fully into her cabin, taking in the rather familiar feeling of it. It reminds him of John's log mansion, in a way, but the more he looks, tye more it feels like the Grand View and he feels - oddly disturbed by that.
Hm.
He takes the coffee with a nod and leaves the sugar behind.]
What took him is supernatural in nature. He's not dead, but the only process we know for getting people back would probably kill him. The Admiral seemed like a safer option.
About a week before I came here? I would have thought people were talking about some sort of group psychosis.
[ She is sympathizing. Very clearly. No matter how weird her existence might be at this point, she'd thought she was normal for most of her life. Clever, good at putting together information, but normal. ]
The supernatural presence that we dealt with: it could change reality, make it into something else. He has the power to see the truth, to look past the story. He and his brother both.
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[It's about an hour later when he knocks at her door.]
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Come on in. Can I get you coffee or a soda?
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[He's hurting, but he's also slightly drunk to drown out the pain in his head and the pain in his arm.]
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She'll push the coffee mug over to him, black, and accompany it with a couple of sugar packets. It's a guess.]
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Hm.
He takes the coffee with a nod and leaves the sugar behind.]
Thanks.
This where you live?
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Oh. Nooo. No way. This was just my last field office, in a place called Bright Falls, Washington.
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Workaholic, huh?
[He sips at the coffee, finding a chair to sit on.]
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I won't deny that. I love what I do.
And I consider myself still on my last case. My deal has to do with what happened there.
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[He's mostly teasing, grinning over the rim of the cup.]
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[ But there's a little bit of something less cavalier in her smile. ]
I made a mistake. It cost someone else. I owe it to him, and his brother, to get him back.
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[He shrugs.]
Sounds cut and dry.
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What took him is supernatural in nature. He's not dead, but the only process we know for getting people back would probably kill him. The Admiral seemed like a safer option.
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[He's grown used to it himself and he kind of hates it.]
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[ She is sympathizing. Very clearly. No matter how weird her existence might be at this point, she'd thought she was normal for most of her life. Clever, good at putting together information, but normal. ]
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[He clears his throat.]
Being here actually makes me believe in my brother more than I did before.
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No, I'm well aware it's all real. Honestly, I'm not sure I would have accepted this place if I hadn't had my experience back home.
[ She tilts her head in obvious curiousity. ]
Your brother?
[ Which one, I wonder. ]
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[He taps the cup.]
Never knew if it was God or if he was just crazier than me. Now I - don't think it's God, but he's not crazy.
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There are some people who can see things, hear things, that other people can't. I learned about that recently.
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[He gestures to - well, the whole damn room.]
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My... grandfather, actually. Not that I knew him before the case a few weeks ago. He and my mom-
She didn't want to be around him, so I didn't grow up even knowing who he was.
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[He slouches forward, elbows on his knees, shifting to keep any weight off his right arm.]
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[ That, she doesn't hedge about. ]
The supernatural presence that we dealt with: it could change reality, make it into something else. He has the power to see the truth, to look past the story. He and his brother both.
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And you figured that out - how?
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That reality was - fucked. Or whatever.
[He doesn't understand it, but he's trying!]
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