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(OOC: Following this bit of Canonpuncture and breakage ...)

Clarice is hunched up in a chair by the fire, still wearing her sundress. She has not changed clothes. She has not slept. She reads her copy of "Silence of the Lambs" with a kind of desperate attention, but every so often she has to set it down.


[Summary: Clarice is broken, broken, broken. Meg and Angua give her practical advice, she confesses some things to Barry, she therapizes talks to Ron about Harry and being fictional, the Opera Ghost serenades her creepily, and Aziraphael is at a loss for advice.]

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Clarice shrugs.

"I don't know." She smiles bitterly. "I'm always assured of finding out the old-fashioned way: bumping into him."

That's a scary thought, because part of Clarice feels like if she bumps into him, she won't want to leave, no matter what he knows or what he does ...

"If it helps, he's no longer paying my tab."

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. . . that's definitely a plus, *Meg agrees.*

I guess the question is, will he leave you alone if you ask?

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"The question is," Clarice corrects, "will I decide that I'm more important to me, or that he is?"

And if it's the latter, where to go?

[balletrat]

. . . well, *Meg says, with Meg-logic,* if he's more important to you, than what's important to you is still important to you, therefore you're really the most important to you -

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Clarice blinks.

"Meg?" she says. "I haven't slept. Please say that in a different way."

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*Meg considers for a moment, and rephrases.*

It's important that you be happy?

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"Oh," Clarice says.

"Well, that's true. But sometimes the choice ... isn't between happy and unhappy. It's between bad and worse."