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[Mary looks... well, alive, which is a bonus, but also frazzled and exhausted, with pale skin, dark circles under her eyes, lips chapped, hair falling out of her ponytail.

But more than that, she looks haunted.]

I'm back. I'm alive. [Her lips press together in a thin line. She bows her head and talks to her knees.] No thanks to those monsters.

I don't know if anyone else made it out... there were no- [sniffing hard to avoid tearing up.] -shelters. Nothing Darkness proofed. [Head still bowed tightly.] I don't know if any of those people I fought with made it out alive, but if they didn't, I'm going to tell you all right now.

[She finally looks up, eyes welling now with tears she refuses to cry.]

They hunted us. They bound us, put collars on us, they put us in cages. They chased us and hunted us down like we were fucking dogs and we couldn't-

[she claps a hand over her mouth, breathing hard to rein in her emotions. When she opens her eyes again, there's something chilling and deadened in her eyes.]

When I died at home- the first time, before I came here... it was a demon. A demon pinned me to the ceiling and burned me alive in my baby's nursery, and I didn't feel as violated as I did those two days. In that cage. [She shakes her head intently, looking away.] Those monsters kidnapped children. They wanted to see every one of us die like dumb fucking animals.

I wonder what would happen if I prayed for them. [There's a weird look in her eyes. Something you wouldn't leave your children alone with.] It's the Christian thing to do.

Would I get their souls into Heaven, or their heads on a plate?

[With a last ugly look at the NV, she turns the ~~public~~ feed off.]

[Private to Jinx]

I found a plus one.

[Private to the angels]

Did you hear my prayer? [The one she whispered as she lay dying.] Please, tell me none of you- tell me you didn't go there. Please.

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Well.

There you are.

I don't care if there's no point in getting them to trust you- or me. [Because arguing about Mary's choice in protectors- that's doubting her too, as far as she can tell.] People don't always know what's best for them.

Really? What can you do?

[It's not even that he's a murderer. Well, not completely, not even if she knew that about him. It's the suffocation she feels.]

Jesse.

[Before you go.]

Are you okay?

That would clash with the slavery reform, though.

The way it happened this time. Catch them, release them on the grounds, and hunt them like dogs until they die.

[And... hanging up. Nothing personal, bro, she just kind of became a giant ball of triggers and is full of can't.]

Don't do anything illegal, please.

Please. I don't wanna give them anything to use to do this again.

I was in Sector four, on my way to a fast food place. Do I have to do this now? Or in public?

What if you had the complete and utter trust in an entire army of family and you led them astray? For thousands of years?

Well I often do similar to what you did with the coffee, but without actually producing a flame from my hands. I can maintain my body heat in extremely cold temperatures, stop fires, and manipulate it in multiple ways. I am not however immune to its effects if caught unaware can still be burnt.

Thank you, House.

It was... really hard. I don't know if I'll ever be able to actually talk about it. Much. You know.

Not necessarily.

[Calmly.]

As only people can be slaves.

[This would normally be a fantastic conversation for her to have. Normally, she'd dive right in and be engaged and an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean on.

Normally.

Now, she furrows her brow in thought for a moment before collapsing slightly on the couch like her puppet strings were just cut.]

I don't know, Michael. I don't know.

Hey, you know me. I'm always okay.

[What he's saying makes complete and utter sense, and that's the precise moment she stops being able to deal with this.]

No.

They can't. They can't just declare us anything. It's not-

No. They can't do that.

I tried to find you. I looked and looked. But everything fried on the edge of the hunting grounds and there were other blackout spots and I didn't know....

...Yeah. I know.

You know, uh, Sam had some... pharmaceutical issues. A long, long time ago. It got worse every time something bad happened to Dean. Family, you know?

[That was roughly 10% true things she knows, 40% bending the truth, and 50% pulling things out of her ass to see what he does.]

Yeah, that happens.

[He's rather the poster child for that being able to happen.]

They could. I doubt they are that foolish, as it would be a very grave mistake.

Okay, just... making sure. I mean, you know you can talk to me, right? I mean, not- not today. [She's a little um. fried.] But in general. I'll understand.

I- I can't do this now, I'm sorry. This is too much.

I'm like seriously the last thing you gotta worry about right now.

[Good, it's kind of the reaction he wanted. She's too wound up and Mary needs rest. This is the best he can do without showing up and putting her to sleep.]

Go rest, Mary. You can bring everyone together when you've recovered a little more.

Yeah, I know.

But at some point I'll be able to think about that, and when that happens, just... don't forget, okay?

Yeah. I won't forget.

[She nods tiredly, looking ready to cry.]

Yeah... yeah, okay.

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