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[It's been... a hell of a last two weeks for Laura. She had woken up with a chunk of memory inexplicably gone, uninjured as always, and yet — the faintest scent of blood under her scrubbed nails. She wasn't in a hospital, but some big room with heavy doors and Linda the social worker; her head was bandaged, her look one of bone-deep concern as she sits beside the girl.

Oh. The memory of her recapture sits heavy in her gut. The collar, the chair, the network recording, just before everything vanished from her mind. Linda runs a hand through her hair and explains things basically: Shiloh came, he took her, and he used something on her to control her. But it's fine now — all fine, his body was found, he can't do anything anymore.

Laura looks tiredly skeptical at the whole thing. She asks if she killed anybody. Linda dodges the question, which is answer enough. "We just... what he used might still be in effect, so we're making sure you're back to yourself." Linda knows her bad history with rooms like this. Maybe it's why it's so big and spacious.

But she stays, and days pass, and she's not sure what happens outside. She just knows people are dead, and she hasn't any clue who. There's something terrifying about not remembering if you took a life, even if such an act is too easy for someone like her.

When she's finally cleared to leave, there's a paranoia in her that maybe she isn't.

So she steers clear and packs a bag and runs away into the woods. But she at least leaves Linda little note this time, so she doesn't pull her hair out panicking. Out there where she can find comfort in isolation, she makes herself known on the network; she doesn't use text. It feels like an easy out.]

I do not remember... what happened. I know a man did something to make me hurt people, but...

[A pause, heavy and unsure how to proceed; but the guilt is there to carry her forward.]

I am sorry for any pain or suffering I caused.

I will be staying outside the wall for a little while, to make sure I am not a danger.

[She thought she'd maybe figure out something to say after that, but...

Her mouth just sort of freezes there.]

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Truthfully, I'd hate to think of a world without farming. Even with more advanced ways of growing food, it would still be considered a farm.

[She frowned, walking with her, holding the bike by the handles and moving forward.] What happened to them?

[Laura glances at her, and for a moment she's not sure if she should tell her the sad facts. But it's their fault it happened, and Gyda deserves some honesty after what happened, doesn't she?]

... We were being chased by people who wanted to cage or kill us.

They took us in for the night on their farm, and were caught in the middle of it.

[Somehow, Gyda couldn't say she was surprised when Laura told her this. The girl was more used to a more modern era' than she was, but she was a stranger in other things, and how she reacted to situations spoke of someone more used to violence and hiding than someone who was more sheltered.]

That sounds nearly like what happened to us back home. The earl was mad at father for one reason or another, and he sent his men to our farm. We only escapes because mother was able to sneak us away to a boat to hide while father distracted them.

[Her voice was steady but still distance. The attack was nearly two-three years ago, but it was still fresh.] The other people living nearby weren't so lucky.

[Laura nods at the tale; so, she understands. She knows what it's like, to be the cause in some indirect way, and to be the survivor while others perished. Strange, how often these terrible things seem to happen. But then, she had spent too much time in Transigen, unaware of the world out there.]

I felt... guilt. I still feel guilty.

If we did not come into their lives, they would be safe.

You didn't tell the bad people to chase you,especially not to the farm. [She tried her best to console her friend.] They would've done so to where ever you stayed. You needed a safe place to stay, and this family tried to offer it to you even though you were a stranger.

[There wasn't much else she could say in the matter. Terrible things always happened, even to good people.]

[A nod. She does understand that — it wasn't her choice to be followed.

It's still hard to separate their deaths from Laura's existence, in a way.]

They were very good people. I wish I could have done something. I did try to.

[But she ended up in metal restraints, so that — didn't go according to plan.]

You're doing something now. You're remembering what they did for you, and honoring them that way.

[There was little point in saying anything else. Laura was skilled, but now Gyda knew well enough she wasn't all-powerful; she was just one girl against what had to be a small army.] In the end, that's all everyone ever is, is stories.

[They were leaving the perimeter now and entering the woods. To talk of defense, part of Gyda's pack ways a bow and arrow-something both for defending as well as hunting. The last thing she wanted was for her friend to do all the work.]

[Laura looks back, interested in the thought.]

You think when we are gone, people will tell stories here?

Edited 2018-11-01 08:10 (UTC)

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