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[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]

[starting to pull away]

I have to see her.

[it's a low hiss between gritted teeth. SOMEBODY ISN'T THINKING ABOUT THE BLOODY MESS THAT TAKSHAKA PROBABLY IS RIGHT NOW . . .]

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[letting her pull away from him a bit, but he keeps his hand at her back]

Can you handle it?

[fortunately for her, he is]

Ye—

[idiot you just got through with almost murdering your team because you lost control, you can't do that to them again, you don't know if you can handle it.]

[She freezes again, torn.]

If you're not calm enough, than wait. For their sake.

They'll be there when you go home.

[I. Yes. Okay.]

[okay]

[. . .]

[whirling away from him and slamming her fist against the trunk of the nearest tree. The wood dents, cracking and creaking alarmingly – if the tree had been human that punch likely would have shattered bone.]

[doesn't flinch, even when she tends the tree and nearly sends it sprawling to the ground]

You still need to rest.

Rest is the last thing I need.

[examining her knuckles, which . . . aren't even bruised.]

[reaching out for her wrist, once again taking it gently]

No, it's the number one thing you need. S'just hard for you to accept because there's somethin' else you want to do more.

[She pulls away immediately this time, turning away from him and running both hands back through her hair.]

[doesn't go after her a second time, letting her vent her frustration in whatever way is best for her]

[STRAIGHT BACK TO PACING.]

How did you fare through the game?

. . . fine.

Though I suspect some of Amalthea's alliances aren't too popular.

I'm not sure that game is the best measure of popularity. Takshaka isn't the only team who would ask their friends to save the other hostage.

No, I suppose not. There were quite a few of 'em.

Rook would've sacrificed himself too, if we let him.

. . . If you let him.

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