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[song_tra_bong]

After visiting Gorlim in the infirmary, she made her way outside, wandering slowly towards the lake. She's still sore from her fight with Martin, but the walking keeps things from tensing up. Besides, she could use the space to breathe.

It's been a hell of a last few days.

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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne is, for better or worse, the exact opposite. You can tell her to go until you're blue in the face; in the end, you'll have to drag her out and she'll claw every inch of the way.

"Do you think he should be alone in there right now?" It's clear from her tone that she doesn't.

[namo]

"No, but that does not mean he will welcome me."

He wraps his arms around himself.

"Besides, Malcolm gave him something. Gorlim will not notice my absence or my company."

[song_tra_bong]

"Just because he won't notice doesn't mean he won't appreciate it."

Pause.

"Doesn't mean it's not the right thing to do."

[namo]

Námo clenches his jaw.

Then he sighs.

"Right and wrong."

He stares at her for a long time, then turns on his heel and heads toward the bar.

"Right and wrong."

[song_tra_bong]

Right and wrong.

She's the last to claim she can always tell the difference.

But she knows he needs to be with Gorlim now.

And she needs to be out here.

The bar is a little to noisy for her at the moment.