No doctor will be necessary. They cannot heal thoughts. But I would like tea. [Despite an urge to jump up and fight, PM does not fight it as she is placed on the couch. It is only knowing that her enemy is not here--the true enemy, not the unpredictably dangerous but kind Venom--that keeps her laying on the sofa, hands folded. Only once she is settled does she start, at Skaia painted in so many beautiful blues, as though seeing it for the first time.]
WV, forgive me. It would all have been pointless, if I had not met you and AR. Prospit always loses. Always. [PM laughs bitterly and rolls onto her side so she doesn't have to look at it anymore.] I can't lose, too.