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[nursetemple]

Do you feel as bitter and hateful as he is?

[Claire worries at her bottom lip for a moment, considering.]

Or is it that you're just... sad?

[devoutish]

Bitter and hateful towards the town. But I feel his lack of hope.

[nursetemple]

Alfie - [She pauses, the words hurting her. She feels the urgent need to pray, to call upon a higher being that could help them. Help her.]

I can't feel my hands. Everything is. Numb, up to my wrists, I can't move them or use them.

[She got what he said, with the getting out, and she plans on it, but she has to say it. She has to say the words, because it's real and it's happening and it's making her nauseous.]

[devoutish]

Watson had that. Talk to him; ask him how he dealt with it.

[nursetemple]

It's hard not to lose the hope. But you know, it's like our respective communities. We can't roll over and let it happen. We've got to fight.

[devoutish]

I am. There's just that question of whether or not it's worth anything.

[nursetemple]

[She opens her mouth, takes an audible breath, before releasing it.]

I'm sorry, if I worried you.

[nursetemple]

Don't you think the people you care about are worth it?

[devoutish]

Ah - dead one evening, living the next morning. You could have done worse.

[devoutish]

I think about getting back to them all the time. But I'm not sure how possible it is.

[nursetemple]

I think as long as you think it's possible, however small the hope is, it matters. It's enough.

[devoutish]

At the very least, we can give taking the town down a go, eh?

[nursetemple]

[That earns him a chuckle, as weak as it is.]

I guess.

[She pauses, taking the time to try and get her breathing back to normal.]

Is Kid okay?

[nursetemple]

Exactly. We can win, Alfie.

[devoutish]

Not in the least. I sent him off to Watson.

Do you need somebody in the area to meet up with?

[nursetemple]

Shit.

[Next: contact Kid. Let him know she's okay.]

I'm okay, I'm okay. I actually should go, get moving.

[The idea of not being in control in front of people she might not know that well doesn't sit well with her. She needs some time to gather herself.

She wants to hang up right away, but she's not childish enough to do so. Her panic is her own, Alfie doesn't have to deal with it. So she'll say goodbye, at least.]

I'll talk to you later, okay? Sorry about - all this.

[Then she does hang up, staring down at her hands with icy fear gripping at her heart.]

[devoutish]

[He calls back immediately, because of course.]

Claire.

[devoutish]

Hold onto believing that, as long as you can.

[nursetemple]

[Claire sighs, but she replies.]

Alfie.

[nursetemple]

Try to remember that it's still possible. It's always possible.

[nursetemple]

Try to remember that it's still possible. It's always possible.

[devoutish]

Do you know who is in the area?

[devoutish]

We've got this little girl with us, as well. I worry.

[devoutish]

We've got this little girl with us, as well. I worry.

[nursetemple]

No. I need to get back to Kid anyway. I can do it myself.

[She knows she's not being rational, but she can't help herself.]