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[fridgetothefire]

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

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[fridgetothefire]

[Erik, you're overthinking this. She just told you why.]

She made sure I was okay and then she didn't make a fuss.

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[wecanavenge]

[He is having a lot of feelings. 'She doesn't love me' just isn't enough right now.]

And that's who you wanted with you.

[Feelings. Not logical ones.]

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[fridgetothefire]

That's who I wanted as a contingency. I needed someone who would be okay if she had to rip my head off. I wasn't going to do that to you.

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[wecanavenge]

[He walks away from her, then, running his hands over his face and through his hair before crossing his arms. Someone to rip her head off. It bothers him just considering that Mal would have done it.

And, at the same time...

He turns back to her, nods curtly. He understands. Still hates it, but - he understands.]

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[fridgetothefire]

[Her shoulders sit a little easier. She spreads her hands.]

Worse case scenario only.

I'm glad it didn't come to that.

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[wecanavenge]

You're not the only one. [It's dry. He can't swear that he'd forgive Mal if it came down to it.]