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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

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[pitofguilt]

I don't let people in if I can help it.

[ Which he knows, because he has her file. He knows everything, so there should be no fear of being open with him. It's still terrifying, but it has to be better than stealing a gun in the hopes of building all those walls again. ]

I don't think I will. I don't think I can. [ She remembers what she said earlier, though. ] But that's just where I am right now.

[greatoldjohn]

There's a long pause.

[Right. And there'll be times, I'm sure, where you feel even worse.

But we'll get there.

I know we will.]

[pitofguilt]

At least one of them does. At least one person, someone who wasn't there, believes in her. It's a new feeling, and it's frightening, but she won't run from it. She might hiss and scream at it, but she won't run.

"I'm sorry I shot Arthur."

[greatoldjohn]

[I'm sorry you felt you needed to. But for my part, I forgive you, Natalie.]

More gently-

[We'll do better next time.]

[pitofguilt]

It sounds like he means it. It feels like he means it, and that's also new and strange and frightening. She wipes at her eyelashes, sniffling, and nods.

"Yeah. We will."