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*Death by the waterfront, skipping small stones in the water for the Squid to skip back to her. She's got a bottle of spiced rum by her side, and she takes a swig before holding it out to Raph as he wanders up, not turning around.*

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Yeah, right.

I...I've decided to go home. Set things right, at least.

*she nods* I understand.

*gently as she can* You coming back?

Plan ain't to stay. Just to go. It ain't right, me livin' here and them not bein' able to live their own lives. Just...just ain't right.

No. No, it's not.

*she ponders something, and plucks a tiny bronze ankh out of the air, and presses it into his hand.*

If you need me, hold this and call me, and I will be there.

*Accepts Ankh*
Thanks.

Course, if it doesn't go well, you may get called anyway.

I might. But somehow I doubt it.

*brightens a little*
That's reassuring.

I'm thinkin' of asking Tim for help. At least with the healing.

Not a bad idea. He's a good wizard. One of the best, actually. Hell, he might be the best.

What makes me nervous though, is that he knows the family. And...man what he's going to think of me.

There's a philosophy that says once a man has confessed his sins, he is immediately forgiven for them.

In other words? I wouldn't worry too much about it. We all fuck up.

Yeah, right.
Sounds easy, it just ain't.

Most stuff that sounds easy, isn't. It's true.

But you're stronger here *she touches his head* and here *she touches his chest* than you give yourself credit for.

Thank you.

*she looks at him for a long moment, then smiles, and ruffles his hair*

I call 'em how I see 'em.

That kinda honesty is a double edged sword.

...

You really like mussin' my hair, don't you?

Well, it is very mussable.

Uh, glad to be entertaining?

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