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Even though it isn't the warmest day, Valentine is out back, by the lake. She has spent most of the day lying on her back on the raft in the middle of the lake staring up at the clouds, thinking through things that she probably should have thought through a while ago. However, now, as night falls, she swims back to shore, curling up in a towel and her swimsuit staring at the lake. As the moon rose, she just stared at the stars, her heart longing for a different time, a time that she was perhaps not as safe as she is now, but a time that somehow seemed simpler, more peaceful.

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*Meg ~~plays with Millitime~~ sees Val on her way in from the forest, where she's been practicing, and squints at her.*

Val?

At that exact moment, Val is sitting by the side of the lake, her feet in the water, tracing Aurebesh symbols in the lakeshore. She looks up and cracks a tiny smile. "Hey, Meg. What's up?"

You okay?

*Meg comes straight to the point, sitting down next to her.*

"I'll be ok eventually. I just have a lot on my mind." She stares off toward the woods. "Had a strange dream-like hallucination sleepwalking thing last night. Hit a few buttons that I didn't know still hurt." She shrugs.

*Meg winces.* Yeah. Dreams can do that to you - I'm kind of glad I haven't remembered most of mine lately. Hope you didn't sleepwalk too far?

Val waves her hand idly. "Oh, just out of my room, through the paintings, through the bar, across the lake, and into the woods. Not too bad, I guess."

*Meg says: stare.*

. . . so in other words, through an obstacle course with a possibility of drowning, getting eaten by a bear, or getting a lot of really bad splinters?

"I guess. And I thought I lit a fire and saw eviscerated and cauterized squirrles. That was worse than getting there." She shivers. "I'm still not entirely certain it was all a dream. I got frelling -lost- in that forest. I think there's probably about three clearnings that I think are the same one." She stares at the woods a bit warily.

*Meg makes a face.* Those woods, *she proclaims, with the air of one about to make a great revelation,* are weird.

I swear the trees are sort of malicious - one of them broke my dreamcatcher once. *She puts a hand to it, for safekeeping.*

Val just stares across the lake, towards the trees. They're more than wierd, Meg. They're frelling scary." She pauses, face just a bit pale. "The squirrles, Meg. They were killed with a 'sabre, and pinned out for me to see. It was just like before."

'course it was, *Meg says, quietly.* If you were dreaming it, it got pulled out of your subconscious from before. And all.

Val just stares a bit blankly. "I guess. It was just startling. Rather the last thing I expected to see in the bar."

Well, you didn't see it in the bar, *Meg says, reasonably.* You saw it in your head.

"Well, if you want to be technical, my head saw it in the woods. Not that it makes any difference, really." She stares across the lake and watches the stars sparkle on the surface for a moment. "Why do things have to be so confusing sometimes, Meg?"

*Meg sighs.*

Because la vie works like that.

Nothing's ever easy.

"Yeah. Even the things that you think are easy, that should be easy aren't." Another glance across the lake. "And you question everything that you thought was right, and true, and in the end you question your own heart."

But you can't, *Meg says, shaking her head.* You have to cling to what you know, and when all you've got is what your own self knows, you have to cling to that most of all.

"But what if you don't know what you know? What if part of you is saying one thing, and another part is saying another, and you don't know which one's right, and you dont' know what the frell you've gotten yourself into?" She looks meaningfully at the raft. "What if you honestly don't know what to cling to?"

*Meg considers.*

Then you choose one, *she says, eventually,* and cling with all your might, and pray to Dieu that you made the right choice.

"No matter what I choose, I hurt one of the two people I love the most. I thought I'd chosen, I thought I knew that I made the right desicion, but I don't know now." She just stares some more. "And I can't make the doubt go away."

You're married, *Meg points out, gently, for Meg.*

Haven't you already chosen?

"Yes. I've chosen, I'm not going to go back on it, but I can't help but sit back here and wonder if I really made the right choice." She sighs.

What's the point? *Meg says, reasonably.* You made it. It's done. It's the past.

You can't change it, so fretting over it won't do any good.

She just sighs. "I know. I can't change it, and frankly, I don't know if I -want- to change it." She pauses. "Strike that. I know I don't want to change it. I just don't know if I made the right choice."

It doesn't matter, *Meg says, patiently.*

You made a choice.

Therefore, for you, it is the right choice. 'cause it has been the right choice. Do you see what I mean?

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