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You know those people who only appear when you least want them? They're gone for ages and then wham-bam back again?




Dworkin is sipping wine, sitting at the Observation Window, watching the destruction outside.

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[song_tra_bong]

Common sense tells her to let go.

So she doesn't.

"And you're still here. It's shit, but it's what we have to live with."

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"Are you going to be a mother?"

He imagines her as a mother.

"Don't out live them."

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"Yeah, someday I...yeah."

Two little girls.

She nods shakily. "I'll keep them safe."

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"Never put yourself in the position to love something more than you do your little ones."

That's his advice.

[song_tra_bong]

"I'll remember."

A long pause, then,

"What did you love?"

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"The Pattern. Myself."

They merge somewhere.

[song_tra_bong]

Sometimes she wonders just how far apart they really are.

"And now?"