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He paused, not looking at her for a moment. “I can’t tell you.”
He stood, slipping his hands in his pockets. “Okay. I’ll see you,” he said quietly, going to leave.
She headed out back to the hideout, her shoulders hunched.
He frowned. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She sniffled a little, shaking her head. “No, you’re not. At least, not in the same way. It’s fine, let’s just... let’s just go home.”
He tilted his head. “How did that go?”
She looked at him embarrassedly, swiping at her eyes quickly. “Nothing, I just... I wish you were here.”
Ferris was still by her door, but he was sitting against the wall. He looked up when she approached. “Hello.”
Ophelia exhaled sharply, holding herself. There may have been tears in her eyes.
“You seem to think the worst of me, Fleur, so I will not trouble you any longer. You may return to your room.”
She nodded, before taking a deep breath and pressing the button.
He frowned before gesturing. “Fine.”
He frowned. “I had hoped that we would keep chatting.”
She followed him and when they got far enough, she exhaled. “Okay. Ready?”
“The memory erasure was a problem, yes, but it’s temporary. As I’ve already explained to you, the injuries are self inflicted.”
Her hands were shaking and she nodded. “Okay.”
He smirked. “When did I do that?”
She squatted by a gutter and reached in, pulling out a black cylindrical detonator.
“Ferris and Alyssa don’t like me, it’s true, but that’s only because they owe me.”
