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[tucky]

[Even with the flood over, Tiffany is clearly not well: she's exhausted, broken down, and subdued. Half of her wants to climb into bed and sleep forever; the other half of her is still screaming that she should never sleep again.

But before she does either, she has one public message and several private messages to send.]

If those were really real, I guess there was only one dream about me, because I only... died once. It was at night, out in the snow, and it was cold; there was a prissy-looking blonde lady. I went after her and then she came after me.

Anyone get that one?

[She's not crazy about the idea of people dreaming her life, but if they did, she wants to know about it.]

[warden filter]

I just wanted to say, you don't got to worry about me hurting people anymore. I got it all outta my system.

[She doesn't think about the fact that some (or even most) of the people she's addressing might not have any idea what she's talking about. She just assumes that since they're all wardens, they share most of their information.]

I didn't even do it 'cause I was mad this time; I did it because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. Sometimes… sometimes I look for messages from God too much.

[She offers a wan little smile, clearly forced.]

That guy is a real demon, though; I don't know if y'all know that. He admitted it to me himself. But I know God didn't actually tell me to kill him. I know. Maybe He didn't even tell me to kill that woman back in Litchfield, neither. I've been thinking about that, and...

[... And that's kind of off-topic. She trails off.]

So I won't do it again. No more killing for God.

[Probably. Maybe. She does genuinely mean it when she says that, but that doesn't mean that she won't change her mind later... or that she won't attack someone for completely different reasons, the way she did at least once before she found religion.

Now, though, she just shakes her head, looking down at her hands.]

It didn't even work, anyway. Nothing worked. The dreams stayed.

[filtered to Anya and the Admiral]

I broke the bed. I'm real sorry.

[And she does look sorry. In fact, she looks far more guilty when she talks about this than she looked when she talked about trying to murder Vergil. Her cabin's bed is one of the nicest things anyone has ever given her, and yet she purposefully damaged it. She's practically in tears.]

I understand if you're mad at me, but it weren't because I didn't appreciate it. I was-- I was having a lot of problems, and I needed something sharp, so I took a piece of wood off the headboard. But it still looks real nice; it's just a little banged up, is all. If I can sand it down I can fix it some, maybe.

I still love it, and I don't want you to think I don't. That's all.

[filtered to Barbara, Dillon, Duke, Horatio, Iris, Mason, Merlin, Simon, and Tig]

"May the Lord now show you kindness and faithfulness, and I too will show you the same favor because you have done this." Samuel 2:6.

[filtered to Mason and Tig]

Especially you, 'cause you ain't wardens and it weren't your job to try and help me, but you did it anyway. Thank you.

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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[tucky]

Ain't hungry.

[But she takes a tiny bite of some toast, chewing listlessly.]

[takeyouapart]

I know. Neither am I.

[But he's prepared to lead by example, pushing some bread and bacon into his mouth.]

...I think in the next few days you should talk to Doctor Cambridge, like we discussed.

[tucky]

You mean the therapy thing?

[takeyouapart]

Yes. [He pauses around a few bites of food.] Not if you can't stand the idea, but I think it'd be good for you to find out more from him.

[tucky]

No, it's okay. I can do it. I don't mind.

Should I go down there, or am I still not allowed out?

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin's smile is small and bleak, but it's there.]

You're allowed out. And we're still going to meet for lunch, every day. Including today.

[tucky]

But I really ain't hungry.

[Hence why she has not taken more than that one bite.]

[takeyouapart]

Even if you just eat a little, it's fine. Your appetite will come back. I just want a regular time for us to meet and talk.

[tucky]

[She nods, slowly.]

Okay. I'll be there. You can count on me.

[takeyouapart]

Thank you.

[He takes another bite of food. He likes the food here but today it tastes like nothing.]

You can use the shower here again, if you want.

[tucky]

Okay. Thanks.

[She doesn't get up yet, though.]

Before, you said you weren't mad. Is that still true?

[takeyouapart]

It's still true. I wish it hadn't happened, I hope it won't happen again, but I'm not angry.

[tucky]

You heard the part about him being a demon, right?

[takeyouapart]

I heard. And I don't think it excuses what happened.

[tucky]

I know; I know. But... it's better than if I tried to kill a person, right?

[takeyouapart]

What makes him anything other than a person?

[tucky]

... He's a demon. Demons are creatures of hell.

[takeyouapart]

[He decides not to try contending with her definition of 'demon'. Others are more qualified, and she's never cagey with her thoughts on such matters.]

And he's here so he can be something more than that.

[tucky]

I don't think he can.

[takeyouapart]

Whether or not he can is his problem. Your problem is that you tried to kill someone and you had no reason to.

[tucky]

I'm sorry I did it, but I did have a reason.

[takeyouapart]

A reason that you've now said was futile.

[So no reason, then.]

[tucky]

Well... yeah. Yeah, it was.

I should've tried to exorcise him instead.

[takeyouapart]

Tiffany...

[He puts his plate to one side. He's not eaten half his breakfast, but he can't even bear looking at it.]

I think what happened to us this week was awful. I don't believe you were in your right mind when you chose to do what you did. But nothing would have ended the flood, and that is what you should have done.

[tucky]

Just waited, you mean? I should have waited?