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[tucky]

"I don't pity you," she says - quickly, easily, truthfully. "But I do sympathize, and even empathize a little bit. Not pity, though; I hate that shit, too."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Yeah," he says softly, tapping the page. "Yeah, fine. I can take that, I think."

He shrugs. "Not like I could stop you anyway."

[tucky]

"Yeah."

She mirrors his shrug, leaning back against the hard wall and closing her eyes.

"If you didn't wanna hear it, I'd respect that."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"I don't mind," comes the honest answer. "Really, I don't."

[tucky]

"Okay."

She opens one eye, and her lips turn up in a tiny ghost of a smile.

"And if I do start pitying you, you can punch me in the face."

[mrballisticsdummy]

That gets a laugh.

"Yeah. That will do a lot for my image around here. But I'll keep that in mind."