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She reached for him, her gaze certain on his. "I want to die," she said, her voice low and tremulous. "I don't want to be around anymore."
"I'm going to go try and find him. He shouldn't be out there alone."
"You'll let me know if I start to hurt you even a little?"
There came a knock on her door the next day.
"I'm so tired of all of this, Sam," she told him, lying down. "I'm so tired of this..."
"There are things I'm not allowed to tell you, Price."
She hesitated before turning to Sariel. "Are you okay with this?"
(Zoop?)
"Still. It's really *squee!*ty of me to do." Her statement seemed to surprise her and make her cry even harder. "And now I'm swearing. What's going...
"About what?"
"What? It could be the case!"
"Tomorrow," he agreed, heading for the door.
She sniffled, holding her forehead with her hand. "I'm the reason why we're not together, and I'm making you hurt and then making you help me and...
He squinted at her. "What?"
She still seemed nervous, looking up at Zad for guidance, her gaze trusting. "But... what if that was just for plant material?"
"Tomorrow, okay?"
Her face seemed hopeless and sad and she looked down at the covers. "I'm... I'm sorry I'm making this so bad."
He seemed annoyed, glancing at Aspen. "Because he stays inside and I go. We decided that would be best years ago."
She paused before dropping her hands, considering the daisy nervously.
"I should probably head back," he said apologetically.
