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[cactusy]

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[cactusy]

"Mirror W--"

Okay, you know what; being confused about that doesn't matter.

"Uh, usually nothing overtly awful. They talked about how they didn't trust me anymore a lot. They only straight-up betrayed me a few times; I think Samaritan figured out pretty quick that that was a little too heavy-handed for me. That was in the early days; later, the simulations were centered around the idea that I'd already been turned. I'd glitch out, find a gun in my hand. Glitch out again, and Reese would be walking ahead with his back to me, the perfect target. I'd pull the trigger. On instinct, or because I was brainwashed, or-- I don't know. A lot of the details are fuzzy now."

[littletonoidea]

Okay that's starting to make a lot more sense in the whole Shawna Lisa.

"Oh. So... just 'cos you don't remember killing people, that doesn't actually mean you... didn't kill them. In your brain."

[cactusy]

"I remember killing them." She directs the answer down at her hands, her voice wooden. "I don't always remember all the details, and I think I... mix up simulations, sometimes; there were a lot of them. But I remember killing them, Eiffel."

[littletonoidea]

"But you don't remember killing me," he clarifies. "Or Neal."

[cactusy]

"Oh."

She exhales.

"Yeah, no, not at all. Which. Yeah, you're right, that's a good sign."

[littletonoidea]

"Alright." And he smiles, partly relief but mostly to reassure her. "And you know I'm not gonna lie to you about that, right? I can't lie to save my life, literally, so you know you can believe me."

[cactusy]

"Thank you."

Her shoulders relax a little more.

"I didn't think you were lying maliciously. I can see how some people might see it as a... kindness, if they didn't really consider it my fault. But if you say you're not lying at all, I believe you."

[littletonoidea]

"Hey, if someone actually kills me? I'm gonna hold that over their heads for as long as we both shall live," he comments dryly. "But."

He looks down at his coffee to spare her the eye contact. "I know you don't wanna hurt me. I've known that since you got mind whammied by Lestat. So... look, I know that doesn't guarantee you won't ever hurt me, maybe, if things go completely pear-shaped or whatever. But it means I trust you, right as you are right now. But... if you can't trust yourself, maybe you could trust us?"

[cactusy]

"I do. Both of you. You..." She swallows, and furrows her brow a little. "Steve and B are team - like my teammates from home, the kind of people that I go into battle with. You and Neal, though... I guess you really are like family. Brothers."