PRIVATE CONFLICT: BEAUREGARD

[madburnout]

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[disreguarded]

Yeah. Shit never stops around here. [ she looks tired, and covered in blood from her hands to her elbows. plus, she's got hay in her hair and is wearing patchwork clothes. ]

[madburnout]

[Yeah! About the same. About the same. Minus the hay. But still.]

It does not.

[. . . ]

Children, now.

[disreguarded]

[ she scrubs at her face. blood fakes come off her hands? it's terrible ]

I wonder what happened to her. We didn't see her this time. [ a pause. ] Did you see any trace?

[madburnout]

Nothing.

[Watching the blood, not sure how he feels about it. Nauseous, mostly.]

The question is, did someone do this to protect a secret, or because they were compelled to again?

[disreguarded]

[ she shrugs. ]

We'll find out tomorrow. Where'd you end up?

[madburnout]

The library. I have . . . the strange animal knowledge again.

[His face screws up a bit. Thinking it over.]

But only about aquatic life.

[Hm.]