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 Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 1:54 pm
It bothered Sasha to see Clerise look the way she did, standing there as they were. It bothered her that it bothered her, too. Concern felt like the desperate tendrils of the person she'd been clinging tightly to the person she was, and Sasha hated it. She clenched her jaw, brushed her knuckles against Clerise's cheek, withdrew completely.
"I'll believe it when I see it," she replied vaguely, giving a brief shake of her head. "I should get back to the labs. I think he'll be okay."
If he wasn't, well. That particular thought brought a dark little smile to Sasha's lips.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 2:22 pm
"You and me both, sister." The old nickname of 'whirligirl' felt out of place, these days. The other Sasha had been different. She was new, like a reborn star. You don't call a butterfly a caterpillar; the term was incorrect.
Sister, though. Sisters could be fierce. Protective. There for you. Sister would do.
"Yeah, he lost a lot of blood, but we're hardy ********." Luckily, was the unspoken addendum to that sentence.
She waved. "I better get back, too. Take care of yourself."
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