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[letting go of her arm, hand falling to his side]

Did you ask Nightingale? Did you ask Swan?

[if she's going to hold him to different standards he'll at least ask why]

After what happened today, I'm going to. Before today . . . [She grimaces.] They've never given me much of a choice.

[She pulls back as well, and looks away – his blood on her fingers is suddenly very interesting.]

. . . I do have another reason for asking this of you.

. . . what's that reason?

[watching her stare at his blood on her fingers, ready to move in case she loses it again]

I have no idea what I'm capable of. No idea what can and can't hurt me.

[see this icon? this icon is the exact face she is making at the blood :I]

When I was human, I knew my strengths and weaknesses.

You want someone to test you.

[that's a request he can get behind]

Someone who I know can and will fight back if things get out of hand.

[Reaches out to him again (with her clean hand), snagging the front of his shirt lightly.]

[. . . takes a step towards her when she does]

All right. If that's what it takes.

Thank you.

[. . . another step, and she thunks her forehead lightly against his shoulder.]

. . . [lifts a hand and presses it against her back gently]

[She's beyond tense, so tightly wound that it's almost painful.]

A minute. I just need a minute.

. . . no rush.

[pressing against her back sllllightly to push her a bit closer :x]

[Stiff though she is, she doesn't resist when he pushes her closer. '-' Leans into him, huffing softly.]

[leaning into her slightly as well, just kind of. . . standing like this, while she recovers]

[a couple of minutes pass before she stirs again]

. . . what did I miss?

[doesn't pull away, even after she speaks]

During the game?

[Nods, her forehead still resting on against his shoulder.]

. . . third round, Barghest won against a Cat. Fourth round, Amalthea won against Tiamat. Fifth round. . . you saw that one. Sixth round, Ometotchtli won against Alectryon.

[Absorbing that quietly . . .]

And my team?

. . . Nightingale tried to attack Nyssa. I didn't have the chance to try and stop her.

[tensing further, voice dipping low.]

Is Sparrow all right? What about Swan?

[i wouldn't put it past him to do something stupid and she was killed]

. . . Sparrow didn't revive.

Nightingale broke clocks before the game began, yeah? Those clocks are how she brings us back. With Sparrow's broken. . .

[clenching the fist of his free hand at his side]

It's a pathetic excuse.

. . . what?

[surely she misheard him]

[curling his fingers into the fabric of her shirt at her back]

I don't know what they plan on doin' to get her back.

[There's no response. Bluebird is utterly, completely, dangerously still]

[letting it sink in for her, trying to keep himself from shaking in anger, now that the topic had been breached yet again]

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