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[Daneca sits in her room for a while, repeatedly closing her eyes. She keeps hoping that every time she does, the thoughts and memories swirling around in her head will stop and every time she opens them again, she hopes they just completely blip out of existence.]

[But unfortunately, what she's thinking and feeling can't be so easily wished away.]

[On the one hand, she can still feel those distant pangs for Barron. The butterflies she felt in his presence mixed with that sense of calm and security where she no longer had to fear what she was sits firmly in the back of her mind. On top of that, she can still feel the loss. The grief she felt--that other Daneca on that other Barge--is so much deeper than what she felt when she found out the truth of what he did to Cassel. She also feels guilt over feeling any of that, over feeling the way she does about Sam, even about Cassel.]

[But even worse is knowing what she did to Scott.]

[She doesn't know how he's handling the idea of her being an emotion worker. Maybe he's as angry as Sam was when he found out she was without hearing it from her directly. Maybe he's furious about her working him at all. Daneca wouldn't blame him if he were; he would be if the situation were reversed. She doesn't go to Scott out of fear of his potential anger though. She's more concerned that he may still be worked or confused.]

[She's also aware that her secret wasn't the only one put out there for people to figure out or learn.]

[She knocks on his door and waits anxiously outside.]

voice.
So that was a flood, right? I read about them over the network, but I never expected it to be... [Her voice fades a little.] ...Like that.

This might seem like a really stupid question, but how do most of you recover from something like that?

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[It was also part of Cassel's plan to make them hate Barron, at least at the start. He knows this in some abstract sense, though he never explicitly planned it. It was just part of how he functioned, back then: shore up alliances, delineate his enemies. But Barron isn't his enemy anymore.]

[He listens carefully, this time without flinching. After she's been speaking for a little while, he leans forward, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his knees. He remembers seeing this from the other side. It's entirely different, hearing Daneca say it.]

[But it sure sounds familiar. Magnified by a thousand, a million.]

[He nods.]

Is it still happening? Like right now? 'Cause mine . . . the worst of it's over in a few minutes. But it lingers a while.

It's... [Daneca frowns a little.] It's passing. It's just sometimes I get thinking and then suddenly my thoughts are going a hundred miles an hour.

[Which leads to the excessive mood swing shortly thereafter.]

I'll be fine though. I can handle it.

[There's a small beat before she asks,] What about you?

[He gives her a dubious look - she can handle it, of course she can, but that's such a crap thing to say that he's kind of on the fence about it in general, and still unsure whether she'd ask for help if she needed it. That's all he does, though; he doesn't doubt her aloud. She doesn't need that.]

[The question draws him up short. He should've expected it, but didn't, somehow.]

It's fading. It would be over already, but there were, uh, a lot in a row.

[He scrubs his hands over his face and lets them fall to his lap again.]

I might be freaking out a little. [Or a lot.]

I know there's not much I can do for you, but if there's anything?

[He probably won't tell her. But she's still going to tell him to tell her anyways.]

I'd ask. There probably won't be, but I'd ask.

There's just . . . people who are gonna need time, and meanwhile I sit here knowing what I did to 'em. Some things you can't fix on your own.

[Daneca would tell him that he didn't do it to them, but she knows that thought's something that takes time to accept. She hasn't fully accepted the idea she, personally, didn't work Scott.]

Well, you can sit here. And you can know what happened. But you don't have to dwell on it. You can...

[Daneca glances around her room. Her eyes settle on her closet for a second before looking at him again with a grin.]

You can get your ass kicked in Scrabble instead.

Wait, what?

[He narrows his eyes at her. Very suspicious.]

My vocabulary's crap. It's gotten probably a billion times worse here, plus now I have words that probably aren't English at all in there, like atium.

You're setting me up.

[J'ACCUSE.]

[She just keeps grinning.]

I've still got Candyland if you're feeling that threatened by my vocabulary.

Wow.

[W o w.]

All right. Let's do this, Daneca.

[He is definitely going to lose.]

Your funeral, Sharpe.

[She opens her closet and gets the game.]

[He is most certainly going to lose.]