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[Mary's going with voice, because she's too angry, confused, and scared to let the Network see her face.]

Does anyone else have the feeling like they're missing something?

I know I am. I keep noticing things that don't make sense- people say strange things to me or-

-There's something I'm forgetting. There has to be. Nothing else makes sense. There are weapons all over my apartment, I used to Greet at night in the Darkness, people know things about me that don't make sense, and the more I think about it the less I understand.

[This, coming from someone who was there pulling people out of the Towers rubble, who helped the night the sirens didn't sound, who talked about vampire killing in public threads. The state of Denmark isn't just rotten, it reeks.]

Can someone please teach me how to use this gun? I own four holsters and three guns and I don't know how to use any of it. There are boxes of bullets in my kitchen.

I don't know what's happening to me.

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Tell me about the fight. Please. All I remember is you getting so angry at me for no reason, and accusing me of awful things.

Edited 2012-04-15 06:35 (UTC)

do you remember the snowglobes?

You aren't talking about the one we had in our room, are you.

no, i'm not back in january, these snowglobes popped up in the diamond. there was one for everyone, and they all had scenes from our lives. yours had the deal in it. i saw it and lost it. i think we both said some things we didnt mean.

[It's a good five minutes before she can bring herself to say anything- to switch to video, because she feels like this deserves to be said face to face, despite how lost and vulnerable she looks. It's okay for him to see.]

John. Did you accuse me of cheating? Did that really happen, too?

[Almost hopeful, praying that it's not true. That it's just a terrible lie planted there, because maybe he wouldn't do that.]

Yeah. I did.

[He looks down. Even thinking about it turns his stomach in shame. He still can't believe he said it.]

Baby, I was so mad I wasn't even thinking. I didn't mean it, I was just so out of my- [How can he articulate his feelings?] I'm a selfish bastard, and I don't ever expect or want you to forgive me for it.

Edited (deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerp) 2012-04-15 07:56 (UTC)

[Well that's. Crushing. She'll just be curling into a ball now, drawing her knees to her chest.]

John, I- I wish I could make you understand how I feel. I don't even know if what I feel is right anymore, or if it's all based on a lie.

What do you feel?

Like- like you're someone I trusted and you went completely crazy at me for no reason, and really hurt me. I remember you leaving me, and that still hurts. On top of everything, you make me nervous. You're such a violent person- I don't want any kind of violence in my life. I'm a peaceful person. I don't know how to act and it makes me nervous.

But that's not what happened, Mary. Those memories are fake.

Look, if this was all real, and you really aren't a hunter and all that, you wouldn't have taken me back after the war. It wouldn't make sense.

Why not? I loved you and I just wanted to help you somehow.

[An adorably innocent thing to say- something she had never once been naive enough to utter back in those days.]

They can't all be fake. You really did beat Jesse up.

I was violet then too. I'd killed men, I was jumpy as hell, I was half-functioning that first year back home.

And I would have kicked someone's ass for saying thinhs about you then, too.

[At this point, she trusts Jesse (and mistrusts John) enough to cross her arms, unimpressed.]

Let me guess- it was some ridiculous bar thing that started because you were jealous and he doesn't know when not to antagonize?

[He looks away from the camera sheepishly. Dammit, she can still read him like a book.]

You're half right. It was at a bar, and he doesn't know when to shut the hell up.

I know you're not going to give half a shit about anything I'm going to say, especially now, but listen. He's not a good person. Be careful, please.

[softly] Language, please.

[A little louder:]

If you're talking about the thing with Jinx, he wasn't half as bad as you or Crowley.

If I know anything, it's that I'm a good judge of character. [She thinks. :|] We're getting off the subject.

It's not just the thing with Jinx. I promise.

[Mary, you're a terrible judge of character. Tom. Jinx. Michael.]

What subject? How much you don't trust me?

[She always knew what Tom's deal was, Jinx is reformed and John's just mad because she calls him old, and fuck if she trusts Michael as far as she can throw him. Mary is assured.]

I thought you wanted to know how I feel about you. I can let you talk, though.

[ :| ]

[His point still stands. Barely, but it's up.]

No, you're right. Sorry. Please, go on.

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