[quiet shuffle of things into a bag] Back to the present, but only bittersweet. The angels have been caught, and we're set to move on. Another one down, and this time it was one of my own. A friend of the doctors, or a bitter spouse depending on how you looked at it. [dry sniff] ... [deep breath] How many more. I should have never asked. [shuffling resumes. clinks of glass as it's thrown in with a bit more gusto][muffled voice speaks up Looking for something?]
[soft echo of her voice from bouncing off tiled walls] Have you ever been so angry you didn't know what to do with yourself? I never get livid, not like that. Not at anyone and especially not at him. He didn't deserve it... [distant tapping of water dripping into a pool] [a long stretch of silence before she groans] He doesn't deserve any of that, Oswin what the hell were you thinking? I haven't even stopped to consider how guilty he already was. How the pup has wandered off again. How soon he's lost his brother. I... [trails off] I need to stop this. Let it go. Get it together. [a distant shuffle from the next room. grows quieter.] He doesn't need me to worry about on top of everything. You're not supposed to do that to the people you love...
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