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Date: 2024-01-23 09:44 pm (UTC)
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[When he uses that name she trusts at once that it's him, and that they're alone. Safe place. She squeezes his hand, tensing with the effort, but her grip is weak.]

I can. You help me sit up and I can. [She's already proven she can't do that on her own right now.]

I thought I was dying. [There's a dim horror to the words. Some people trapped aboard this ship have died often enough that they can almost speak lightly of it. Not Ari. It has never happened to her; she clings to life no matter how dire the circumstance.] We had a contract. He wasn't meant to hurt me. [Take the word out of it and it's not that she expected Siffleur to elevate contract law like a Tradeliner; it's that he promised something, and he betrayed her.]

He said. He said- [Whatever he said will have to wait, as she begins to cough, her shoulders shaking.]

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