[Pom hmms in response. He knew Rosie was back, but hasn't asked for any more detail than that. He's not sure he wants to know what happens when someone whose Augmenter broke comes back, especially with how Northly has been acting toward Patho-Gen.
Perhaps he should know, though. He's supposed to be keeping an ear to the ground on that sort of thing, even if the idea rattles him.]
She does not. She does not remember much until she woke here once again. [She squeezes his hand in return.] Though it is perhaps at odds with my wishes for my own memories, I hope that remains the case.
[Fragments of what happened in October have returned to her, but they are few and far between and only serve to place an itch where those memories should reside.]
I can't say which I'd prefer, aside from not losing myself to the Souls at all.
[Which is a very current fear of his; even now he swallows down a pang of hunger. Better not to address it by dodging onto a tangentially related topic.]
[She doesn't like thinking about Rowan worrying, Pom worrying. Because she knows he is — knows that he raised Rowan's concerns to bring forward his own. A disguise for his thoughts.]
For what purpose!? There is reason to feed you. That can be helped! [Her mind on the other hand? There is nothing to be done. And she doesn't want to dwell on it.]
[He snorts audibly, forcing a breath through his nose in an indignant huff.]
If you were fine, you wouldn't keep telling me and Rowan not to worry. You wouldn't change the damn subject to steer clear of talking about yourself! You wouldn't keep struggling to say something nasty about Patho-Gen and what they did to you!
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Perhaps he should know, though. He's supposed to be keeping an ear to the ground on that sort of thing, even if the idea rattles him.]
How is she?
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I just hope she doesn't remember what happened as we remember it.
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[Fragments of what happened in October have returned to her, but they are few and far between and only serve to place an itch where those memories should reside.]
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I can't say which I'd prefer, aside from not losing myself to the Souls at all.
[Which is a very current fear of his; even now he swallows down a pang of hunger. Better not to address it by dodging onto a tangentially related topic.]
Rowan is worried about you, you know.
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[There's an implied but somewhere in there.]
It's just... you know you can talk to us.
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She knows that's not what he means. But... ]
We must go fishing.
[She doesn't like thinking about Rowan worrying, Pom worrying. Because she knows he is — knows that he raised Rowan's concerns to bring forward his own. A disguise for his thoughts.]
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Now?
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[He's equal parts gentle and stern.]
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[Two can play at this game, Northly. He stops, crossing his arms.]
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[Not that he's a pet. He's Gale's partner.]
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I don't want to eat. I want you to talk.
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[Pot, meet kettle, but whatever.]
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If you were fine, you wouldn't keep telling me and Rowan not to worry. You wouldn't change the damn subject to steer clear of talking about yourself! You wouldn't keep struggling to say something nasty about Patho-Gen and what they did to you!
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[He'll stand right here and starve if that's what it takes to reach her.]
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