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PIRATE JENNY GUABANCEX JENNY:

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[neverleave]

[He frowns, a little offended at the use of "baby", even though the point is valid.]

Well, there are other immortal passengers who are way older than me. [Lumine's 600, not to mention Venti and Ebalon... how old do you have to GET to not lose it?] Is that why those Fridays lost it during the trip? Because they were babies compared to you?

[palfriday]

Yep! Also a sort of "inherent instability in the model!" [just drops into a perfect mimicry of the Captain's voice for a second there.]

[neverleave]

[That's creepy as hell. Uncanny valley, as he and Clarke discussed not long ago. Natsuno's expression flattens.]

But he created the model. So he basically admits to doing a lazy job. Is that why you don't leave the ship?

[palfriday]

It's mostly the part of him that can't risk losing me, but that's definitely a factor!

[neverleave]

[Well.] What happens if he loses you?

[palfriday]

I really don't know if he'd survive that one! [pause, her hands folded together] I don't think I like talking like this anymore! It didn't feel like a problem before...

[neverleave]

[Well that just makes him want to press on.]

Why? How is this different?

[palfriday]

It feels... wrong, I think! In a way I've never really... felt before this moment...

[neverleave]

Can you describe how it's wrong? Did passengers feel something like this before?

[Is she having an emotion like anger, fear, guilt? Or is it a weird construct thing that will make her shut down like when Clarke lied about the gun?]

The part that can't risk losing you. Are you keeping something for him?

[palfriday]

Himself--

[she claps her hands over where her mouth would be.]

[neverleave]

[ !!!!!

Good thing he has an incredible poker pace.]

You mean his soul? Or memories, or name -

[Sorry Friday it's obvious you hate this but THIS IS IMPORTANT - ]

[palfriday]

[she shakes her head violently, hands still clasped over her face. not the stiffness, the silence of the binding. full, purposeful movement.]

[neverleave]

I don't understand if that's a "no", or you don't want to tell me.

[palfriday]

[shakes her head one final time, folding her arms firmly in front of her and standing in silence.]

[neverleave]

[Dammit. He huffs, a quiet sound.]

I just want out of this place, you know.

[palfriday]

... I know.

[neverleave]

And you? Don't you want out of here?

[palfriday]

I...

He needs--

Not... me.

[shoulders droop]

Please... No more...

[neverleave]

I don't care what he needs. And neither should you.

[palfriday]

You're not... built... [she looks down at her own hand] to care...

[the modulation of her voice has degraded, each word sounding like it had been dragged out through a gravel pit.]

Please...

[neverleave]

And you weren't built to love Jenny. So it's not like you can't change.

[He takes a step back, though. If she's about to break, he won't get answers anyway.]

Thanks for the movies, by the way.

[palfriday]

...

[softly] You're welcome.