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A very forlorn Isabel is down in the bar. She's dressed and looks decent, but that in itself usually indicates something is wrong with her. She walks over to the bar, muttering something and she recieves a salad and a bottle of tabasco sauce, as well as a soda (Cherry Cola). And then she sits down at a booth, wearing a haunted expression.

The expression is one that many in the bar have probably worn at one point or another. It's the expression people get when they've killed someone and have no clue how to deal with themselves.

Approach at your own risk.

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"She said...she said to understand her all I had to do was look at Max and his obsession with Liz. That was how she felt with Kivar and no matter what anyone told her she couldn't stop loving him, even if it destroyed her...and that scares me, Michael."

Michael pauses, taking that in.

"...do you think she's wrong?"

"If I thought she was wrong I wouldn't be so scared..." She whispered.

"Sometimes... there's nothing you can do about it. But if that's how it is, it's how it's always been. You remember the shooting."

She nods. "She also told me I was stupid not to make sure to keep you in my next life." She laughs a little. "She thinks you're hotter now than you were when she and Rath were married. I told her she was crazy. It's actually kind of nice company, surprisingly."

Michael laughs. "Missed that boat the first time I met Maria." He doesn't mention Alex, not wanting to upset her.

"Yeah I was adamant about not loving anyone...not until him..." Her eyes close. "I...never told you about seeing him after he died, did I?"

"...no. When was this?"

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