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I intend you no insult.

( By offending her... friend? )

[westviews]

[Not a friend. But she'll let that be.]

What can I do to help you?

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He... intimated you may cull Rathakku's thrall.

[westviews]

I can try. At the very least I can keep people contained until it passes. No harm done.

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Will it... exert you past bearing?

[westviews]

No.

[... probably.]

I'm little disappointed Stephen learned about this soulmate of yours before I did.

[Not that they've ever had such a conversation, because Wanda generally doesn't care to hear about anyone else's happily ever after when hers was taken away.]

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A husband, a son.

As the Heavens blessed. This one bears no merit.

[westviews]

[A pair susceptible to the thrall. Wanda feels her gut churn.]

I'm happy for you.

[She almost sounds like she believes the words she's saying. Not quite.]

I can keep an eye on you and yours if it gives you peace of mind.

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Unnecessary. Only Wei Ying.

( A pause, then: ) How may I repay you?

[westviews]

No debts.

[It's easier that way.]

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It cannot be so simple here.

[westviews]

It can be if you let it.

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( If. When. Veritable, cost-free kindness. Ah. )

Wei Ying may choose your reward.

[westviews]

Is he as stubborn as you are?

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You will find he is possessed of his own specificity.


( 'Infuriating brilliant asshole.' )

[westviews]

That doesn't give me any amount of comfort.

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He is the better man.

[westviews]

Everyone says that about their partner.

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Do you?

[westviews]

I do.

[Fair's fair. She's not so guarded as to discount Vision for any reason.]

He was what most people could only hope to be.

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( 'Was.' His silence draws too long. )

Forgive me. You stand widowed?

[westviews]

[There's a silence on her end. No one's referred to it as that to her before.]

It's okay. [Generally, no. But he hasn't overstepped.] We weren't married.

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Irrelevant. ( Says a man also swaddled in widower's whites. ) How old your wound?

[westviews]

A few years.

[All of her wounds just make one massive injury that never truly gets a chance to mend. She can ignore it, most days. She doesn't know what else to do about it.]

I'll do what I can to make sure the both of you don't endure any additional suffering.

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Condolences. ( But then, what fortune can one widower bring another? ) I beg no concern for me. You assist enough.