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[ It's obvious this is being filmed in one of the many temples, all cool hard stone behind her, and, given the subject matter of the video, most likely to be Hope's. Sharon does not look pleased. Furious might be the better descriptor but it's a calm sort of fury. There are a few spatters of dark blood on her cheeks, dried and cracking; old. She has no wounds just stains and memories. She leans in towards the lens and whispers: ]

So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]

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...What is it friends are supposed to do in a situation like this? It's not like... like finding a get well card in the store. It's just, fuck, I just want everything to unfuck itself. I want peace and me... I don't want to fucking die again. [ The hard shell Sharon puts up chips away so quickly, so easily; it was already cracked, to begin with. ]

The last time someone hurt a friend of mine this badly, I framed them for child murder.

[He says it flatly, as a simple fact. He doesn't treat it lightly, as if it were nothing - it isn't. But he doesn't seem any reason to be melodramatic, either.]

In this case, that would be pointless. But that doesn't mean there's nothing anyone can do - even if all I can do is listen to you, I'll do that. You deserve some kind of peace.

[ That's not as shocking as it should be. Adam has always come off cool, collected, and protective of those he gets close to. His sort of revenge is a softer sort than her own, given that she did murder children, but that means something that he's bothered to tell her.

It means he probably gets her more than a lot of others here. The hero types. The bold. The visible. ]

...I can't even put it into words, Adam. I stabbed him a couple of times with the end of a paintbrush and I'm hoping he hasn't found a way to get it taken care of. [ She's trying hard to be... a big girl, a badass, the person who can handle death and shrug it off like it's just another part of life but... she can't. ] He wrapped a fucking... uh... camera strap, I think, around my neck. And every time I stabbed, it just pissed him off even more. [ She laughs at that. ]

You'd think a killer would stop after being stabbed with the blunt end of a damned paintbrush.

If he comes to the clinic, I'll turn him away.

[Not that Adam can control everyone there. If someone else decides to treat him, there's not much Adam can do - but even not knowing exactly who it is, 'stabbed with the end of a paintbrush' is going to leave very particular marks. If Adam sees them, he'll do what he can to keep anyone from taking care of them. He's not a doctor, he's sworn no oath to treat or protect people.

What he hasn't said - not because it's a secret, exactly, but because he's not thinking about it - is that he has allowed someone to die because they hurt a friend before. He would not be terribly conflicted over doing it again.]

Honestly, I would have been surprised if you hadn't sent him away with a few wounds. You're a fighter, Sharon. Just because he won this time doesn't mean it's ever going to happen again.

[ Adam's statement is touching, almost painfully so. He's been here since the beginning, since the start of all of this insanity. He knows better than anyone how this place takes everything from them. The next bit makes her smile a little, tilted, even though her eyes still hold a sad bitterness to them. ]

Thanks, Adam. I won't go down without a fight. Never, ever again.

[He knows there's really nothing he can do to fix that. He's been there too many times himself - often the best thing you can do, the only thing you can do, is voice your support and make sure they know you're there.

He does hope that if there's anything he can do, she'll come to him - but he doesn't want to press the point. She's dealing with more than enough already.]

Just give me a call if you need anything, all right?

[ There's nothing that makes her feel better than to know how many people are willing to back her, to protect her, to make her feel just a little better. She can't ever voice her gratitude in fear she'd cry like some child but as a child without friends, having them is so very, very special. ]

Y-You're the best, Adam. [ She nods her head. She really does mean it. ]

Not me.

[He says it with wry self-consciousness. He feels all too helpless in this situation, unable to really do anything except offer his words. Still, that's something. It has to be. Even if she deserves more.]

But I'll help if I ever can. Try to take care of yourself, all right? Dying aside.

Idiot. [ She tells him, albeit warmly. He's far better than he gives himself credit for: as a friend, as a person. ]

But you got it. I'm good at taking care of myself. [ It's called hitting the bar, getting a bottle, taking it out somewhere quiet, like where she'd painted the mural of her and her mother, and drink until she pukes/passes out. ]

Hmm.

[He's not sure he believes that. He thinks her idea of taking care of herself might not be too different than Ronan's when he's upset. But Adam will just check up on her when he can - that's all he can do, really.]

Drop by if you need a different place to crash or a decent meal.

You've got a good heart, Adam, even if you're a dumbass that has trouble recognizing it. [ Genuine. She knows a good guy when she meets one. He didn't shove the dumb drunk girl out of his house. He didn't leave her to walk into the river. He didn't try to touch her. He's a good man. ]

Thanks, I think.

[He's a little embarrassed by the compliment - he doesn't do compliments well.]

I'll talk to you later, okay?

Yeah, later.

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