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Re: Log: Sleepy Brielle/Professor Charles/Captain Steve
[Brielle did not like the man's level of calm. It made the panic in her boil over all the faster, distrust born in the kinds of things that calm could bring. Calm judges handed down stiff sentences, and calm doctors explained infertility. His stoicism unveiled her defeat with vaudevillian flourish, and if she was being irrational or paranoid, it didn't matter because by now she'd given up on being anything else. She seemed heartbroken and afraid, but she sat when he asked. It seemed like the only way to keep her knees from shaking.]
"We?" [The word was soft like a broken bell, and she glanced expectantly to the bedroom door, but she didn't see anyone, and so she looked back to Charles with a pathetic sniffle. She was not the type to run, martyrdom suited her better. She dreamed of effigy, although they might not have been her dreams at all.]