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[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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Honestly? Listened, yes.

But I wouldn't have changed my mind. Fait accompli seemed easier on everyone.

Then I wish you would have told me. [Not that he doesn't understand why she didn't - and in the end, does it matter if he understood before this, or after it was done?]

[She ponders. Part of her wants to apologize, but it's just - an etiquette impulse, something to ease the social tension. She's not actually sorry.]

Once I decided I had to do it, I didn't want to take the chance of anyone trying to stop me. And I didn't want to make you keep secrets for me, or put you on the spot to put me down if anything went wrong.

I do trust you. It was just complicated.

[She wouldn't ask him to destroy her - which means she asked others.

Jean asked.

For a long moment, he looks away, staring off into some empty middle distance.]

Who did you ask?

Mal.

She's strong, trustworthy, pragmatic, and she doesn't love me.

Don't give her any trouble about it, okay? She - made things easier for me and she didn't have to.

[Pietro's warden. He wonders if that's why she asked.]

Easier how?

[It's because he cares that he needs the details.]

[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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[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.]

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.

[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.]

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

Worse case scenario only.

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

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

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