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That's good. But what if you came up with a plan that could save 'em without going back?

There's a way to assure that it works.

[She says nothing, but she's listening attentively.]

Were you there when Otacon left?

Ahh . . . yes, I was there.

I'm still not sure I trust it.

[Would you look at that, Bluebird being the UNSUUUURE one for once.]

I'm not either.

[takes her hand, and runs the pad of thumb over the back of it]

But it's a start. It's an avenue to explore. Your thoughts shouldn't be "I have to go home because I have no choice." It should be, "this may be a way for me to save everyone back home without returning, I should look into it more."

… a fair point.

[she admits that softly, and just a little stiffly.]

. . .

[gives her hand a small squeeze]

I'm not tellin' you to abandon them.

You'd be halfway downstream and wondering what happened already if I thought you were saying that.

[… draws his hand closer and brushes a kiss against his knuckles.]

After—the things that have been said today, I'd rather not make any more promises. Not yet. But I'll try to find another way.

I'm not askin' for a promise. I'm not naive enough to do that. I know where your heart leads, and I know you follow it.

But it would be remiss of me not to try and help you see a more logical path where you can accomplish what you want to accomplish without puttin' yourself in danger.

[Mnph.]

[Which is to say, she's letting out a soft, grumpy huff and shifting … to flop over onto his lap, her cloak still tight around herself.]

[This probably means he's won]

[HE DOESN'T WANT TO WIN ANYTHING 8( he just wants them to not die!1]

. . . you're a good person.

[he says, while running his fingers through her hair]

[Am I?]

[She says nothing, choosing instead to just close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of his fingers in her hair.]

[he will continue to thread them through her locks in silence, then. no need to interrupt the moment]

[She eventually interrupts it herself, after some long minutes of silently urging his fingers to scritch more deeply.]

Mmm … Spark?

Yeah?

[his voice sounds a little lazy; relaxed, even]

… would you call me a liar?

[The question is asked softly]

[blinks, clearly surprised by the question, and his fingers in her hair stop]

What? No. I would not.

[nnnn don't do that—nudges her head into his hand a bit, encouraging him to continue.]

Well … that is a relief, I'll admit.

. . . did Nightingale call you one?

[his gentle scratching continues]

I asked her if she thought that I was one, hoping that she would say no …

She said yes, instead.

. . . why?

[completely and utterly bewildered]

Perhaps I've not been overcoming my faults as well as I thought …

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I don't think one of your faults is lyin', for what it's worth.

Not lying specifically, no.

[cracks her eyes open, and reaches up to run her fingers through his bangs.]

Though I almost did lie to you, once. Back in Corehaven.

[and both eyebrows shoot up]

This isn't somethin' I remember.

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