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[givethemhell]

[TERRIBLE THAT BOTH FEEDS-YOU-YOUR-LEGS DADS HELPED HER FROM HER LIMB LOSS SCENARIOS. He laughs a little, but it's a gentle sound, and he waves a hand.]

It's not like I was about to let you bleed out there if I could help it, mm? [He hates thank yous, actually.] I'm glad I could do even that much - and that the others were there to take care of it.

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Still, you—

[She's about to continue, but. Memory time!

As soon as she realizes what it is, she's stiffening.]

[givethemhell]

[WELL THAT SURE WAS A HORRIFIC SHOCK. He hates memshare week, actually. It takes him a second or two to bring himself back from the disorientation Natalie was feeling in that memory, and a million different thoughts swim to the surface of his mind, each vying for more attention. Who was that man? And that girl? He recognizes her, a little - ah. The pool of blood. Someone close to her, then. A memory from - the town, surely, and not her home.

But before he asks anything more serious or delves too deeply into the memory, he just

reaches out

and smushes both of her cheeks between his hands, squishing them.]

You menacing child. Why is it that your fortune is like this, ah? How is it that you manage to get yourself into such trouble?

[He says it lightly, but there's absolutely an undercurrent of worry, there. WHY... DOES SHE KEEP LOSING LIMBS. NATALIE.]

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[There are a few things she wants to say about that memory off the bat, but - then he's grabbing her face?!]

—It was better this time!

[SHE SAYS, THROUGH SMUSHED CHEEKS.]

[givethemhell]

[HE IS GRABBING HER FACE AND HE SQUISHES IT AGAIN FOR GOOD MEASURE!! Before dropping his hands and SIGHING.]

Look at you, saying "it was better this time" over losing a leg! [NATALIE.] Aiyo, my hair is going to fall out.

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I can still play piano as long as I have both hands!

[PRIORITIES. Anyways, she’s rubbing at her face now that she’s Free.]

[givethemhell]

[He really just Gordon Ramsay idiot sandwich'd her, huh.]

Don't worry about piano first! Though I do understand... [He'd be much more upset if he lost an arm compared to a leg.

But with that stupid outburst out of the way, he'll ask his first real question.]

--That was the girl who came from the blood pool for you, right?

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It’s what I want to do with the rest of my life, of course I’m going to worry about it.

[Let her live!! She nods, though.]

Yeah. Her name is Xion.

[There’s a hint of fondness in her voice.]

[givethemhell]

[He'll let her live THIS ONCE, just huffing out a little laugh and waving his hand in response to her insistence. FINE, FINE...

What a little tsun, though.]

The two of you must have been good friends. [With how worried Xion was, and the fact that she was the one to appear from the pool.] It's a good thing that doctor was there, too. Was he also a friend of yours?

[HAHA.]

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...Yeah. She's like a sister to me.

[Sometimes you just have to stab the fake zombie version of your loved one in the face. It happens. Anyways, when he mentions Hannibal, her expression sours immediately.]

No. He's not my friend.

[givethemhell]

[WOW THAT'S TERRIBLE. THAT'S ALSO TERRIBLE??]

Ah - very much not a friend, I'm taking it.

[With that sort of immediate reaction...]

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...Some people ruin everything.

[And he's one of them, apparently!!]

[givethemhell]

[APPARENTLY SO. He's... quiet for a beat, but then:]

Mind if I ask about him?

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[After a second, she nods, though she seems a little tense.]

Yeah. Go for it.

[givethemhell]

How is it that he wronged you?

[Since it's clear he did, in some way.]

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He... All of us trusted him a lot. You - well, you saw how kind he seemed.

[The but is unspoken, before she goes on.]

He got good people killed in a really awful way, and - for entertainment. Because he thought it would be interesting to see what happened.

[givethemhell]

[Hm. Exactly the type of person he hates! People do terrible things all of the time - awful, horrific and cruel things. But if the reason is something he feels is justifiable, he can pardon a lot. He's done far too much himself to be too hypocritical, after all.

But he has his strong moral lines, and harming for the sake of harm is one of them. His head cants to the side a little, as he thinks of the other participants of their games, tucked away sleeping.]

--He sounds like a very dangerous person. Would you agree with this?

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The... first memory of mine you saw. He made that happen.

[So, like, yeah.]

[givethemhell]

[Haha! Terrible! He hates that a lot!]

Ah. [He smiles.] I'll see to it that he won't bother you when all is said and done here, then.

[His first act of freedom if they golden end is going to be killing Hannibal Lecter.]

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[...]

—Why are you smiling?

[She feels a mighty fear, suddenly!!]

[givethemhell]

[HE'S STILL SMILING.]

Ah, well, you know! I just can't stand people like that, is all.

[He's the type who smiles when he's angry, apparently.]

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[She silently decides not to tell him every detail that makes it worse. It's fine.]

...Yeah, me too.

[givethemhell]

[HE ALREADY WANTS TO MURDER HANNIBAL FROM THIS ALONE.]

And if he's very dangerous in that kind of way, it goes without say that he can't be allowed to roam freely!

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...It didn't exactly take last time.

[Killing him, that is. She would know! Haha.]

[givethemhell]

Well, if at first you don't succeed, you know?

[Try, try again...]