[Anya is a pillar herself; Iris uses the cool compassion in her eyes to pull herself together now. Tears still leak out of her eyes, but her breathing steadies and she speaks clearly.]
We didn't like each other. We still don't, much, that's the bugger of it. 'E caught some of me memories in that flood - Babs and me rescuing 'er cat, as it 'appens - and 'e got curious. Asked 'ow deep I could go into 'is mind. Offered it up to me.
[She fishes for a handkerchief - it's a turquoise lace one with B.S.S. embroidered in a corner and it has several phone numbers scribbled on it - and dabs her eyes as a cover for the moment she takes to linger on that memory, to gather herself for the next part.]
...We were doing all right after that. That's the worst part. We got up each other's noses so much and we were enjoying it. Then we 'ad the Mirrorverse breach.
[She looks back at Anya, trying to gauge how much of that story she needs to fill in; that, and whether she has any right to. Whether declining would be honour or cowardice.]
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We didn't like each other. We still don't, much, that's the bugger of it. 'E caught some of me memories in that flood - Babs and me rescuing 'er cat, as it 'appens - and 'e got curious. Asked 'ow deep I could go into 'is mind. Offered it up to me.
[She fishes for a handkerchief - it's a turquoise lace one with B.S.S. embroidered in a corner and it has several phone numbers scribbled on it - and dabs her eyes as a cover for the moment she takes to linger on that memory, to gather herself for the next part.]
...We were doing all right after that. That's the worst part. We got up each other's noses so much and we were enjoying it. Then we 'ad the Mirrorverse breach.
[She looks back at Anya, trying to gauge how much of that story she needs to fill in; that, and whether she has any right to. Whether declining would be honour or cowardice.]