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_{[Henry's breathing quickens. He can't do his job. He can't do his job he's been psyching himself up for for the past six years.]}

How many times has any one person died here? How do we know we don't have a set number of lives? I just can't--I can't just sit and do nothing. I've been doing nothing for ages. I want to keep you all safe. He--his influence-- it seeped into my apartment--the clock, the television, my fridge. There was a dead cat in my fridge. All the running water turned to blood. I can't let that happen.

[foolishwren]

I-- I don't know.

_{[She can't say anything solid, because truth be told, she's only ever heard of someone actually dying here once. She doesn't even remember who it was-- just who killed them, and the result.]}

But look, you don't have to do nothing.

I'm just saying... unless he's like, actively trying to hurt us, killing him here probably isn't the answer.

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_{[Clenching and unclenching his hands is the only thing Henry can do to keep himself from standing, pacing, shouting. He sits and sits and sits and looks like he wants to cry. His usual deadpan blank frown is strained and his teeth gnaw at his lower lip.]}

Then what is? What do I do? I've never felt...this.

[foolishwren]

I have.

You remember what happened.

_{[She'd been chosen for a role, too. By someone who she knew she'd have to kill to make things right. By someone who came to Johto, as lost and confused as anyone else.]}

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<sub>[It would be hard to forget.]

[Henry finally ran out of steam, slumped further down, and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He'd always been a quiet crier. He was so tired. After a few gasps he spoke up.]</sub>

I do...

_{[This was going to take time.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Fortunately, if there was one thing they did have in Johto, it was time. And even the ever-looming threat of someone disappearing wasn't particularly an issue; if Walter disappeared as quickly as he came, problem solved!]

[Leaning over, Heather took the liberty of giving Henry's shoulder a firm but gentle squeeze.]</sub>

We won't let anything happen to you.

We're a family-- we'll get through it together.