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[OOM: Door in London Below]

Door stumbles in - through the bathroom door, this time. Blood coats the right side of her face, matting her hair and dripping onto her leather jacket.

Beneath the blood, she is pale and scared.

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"He loves you."

He's been gone six years. He's had a lot of time to think,

"He loves you, and he fears that you will never see him as worthy enough. To lie to him....it only gives him more reason to think it so."

"I just... I don't want him to try to keep me from doing my job, and I don't want him to worry. And," she continues, almost in spite of herself, "it's not as if he's going to be around for much longer, anyway."

His brows raise, sharply, at that,

"What do you mean?"

People leaving tends to mean people dying for Arithon.

"He's going on that... mission, with the gunslingers. To the academy."

She meets Arithon's eyes, and hers are frighteningly blank.

"I'm not stupid, and I'm not blind. It's a suicide mission."

"Do you wish me to scry it for you?"

His voice is as blank as her eyes.

"I don't wish to know any more of the future than I already do."

Because if he scries, she'll have proof that Tom will die. And until she has proof, she can hold onto her last thread of hope.

He nods, and then reaches over to touch her hands,

"Then, Lady...do not count him dead yet."

He'll do it anyway. It isn't like he's sleeping much as-is.

"It's suicide," she repeats. "Ten, if even that, against hundreds. It's stupidly heroic. Far more Gryffindor than Slytherin."

"He wishes, even with this that you think will take him from you, to prove that he is worthy of your hand. He believes, Lady, that you look down upon him and wishes to slay dragons to lay by your feet."

The little man pulls back, and shakes his head,

"This is the only dragon he has found."

"Dying won't prove anything to me," she says coldly.

"Thank you for your advice, Arithon, and for the chain. It saved my life tonight. But I really must be going now."

"Good night, Lady."

It is a breath, a prayer, and a spell for peace; complete with a flicker of magic.

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