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CODE   🔋 12:01 AM

REY

REGISTERED
"Rey."

ADDRESS
House 1401

MESSAGE
"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon. probably."

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CALL

VIDEO

NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.

Comments

[mismanagement]

I didn't mean like that. [Maketh hesitates, then reaches out to touch Rey's hand. Just a little.] I don't want that. But there might be another way, if we try.

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[The suggestion is so objectionable that Rey knows what Maketh's response would be. But still, it's nice to hear anyway.

[She turns her hand to curl her fingers over Maketh's.]

I know. I just don't know any other way.

[Doesn't mean that a way doesn't exist, though.]

[mismanagement]

[They hold hands. It's such a simple thing. It shouldn't make her breath catch. And yet--

Well.

Maketh ducks her head.]

We're reasonably clever people. I'm sure we can find something. Even if it is a bit unorthodox.

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[Any other time, with almost anyone else, Rey would hesitate to maintain contact. But she can't bring herself to let go. Doesn't want to leave Maketh in doubt of herself, or Rey for that matter.]

Well, if anything comes to mind, you'll be the first to know. Just don't want to screw it up again.

[And she means that in many ways. Rey doesn't have a decent track record for success, or knowing what people want of her.]

[mismanagement]

You won't.

[Maketh lifts her head, expression serious.]

I have faith.

[It feels important to say that.]

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[It's almost funny, hearing that. How her brother would approve. Thinking about it is enough to elicit a small smile.]

Thank you. For having faith.

[Normally she'd advise against it, but... this is different.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh nods just once. More than anyone, Rey ought to know how difficult that is for Maketh - to have faith in people. Or in herself. The latter is much more difficult.

They have that in common, she thinks.]

Thank you for having dinner with me.

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[Rey leans back in her seat, lifting her glass with her free hand.]

Anytime. Wouldn't mind having more of these. I like Nick, but you can't exactly have dinner with him like this.

[And that's no fault of his, she knows.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh has to smile at that.]

No, I suppose not. Though his company is better than most. I hope he knows that.

[circumitus]

He does, I think. Made sure to drill it into that skull of his more than once.

[God knows Nick has done the same for her. Only fair to return the favor.]

[mismanagement]

Good.

[Maketh's expression is fond.]

He forgets his own value too easily, I think.

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[Isn't that all too true.]

He does. I just try to make sure to remind him. Think we all can use those every now and then.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh nods.]

It's easy to -- think of yourself a certain way. Or at least it is easy for me. I am trying to be better. But it does not always go well.

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Hey.

[She takes a moment to place a hand over Maketh's arm, giving her a soft look.]

You're doing good, all right?

[mismanagement]

[Maketh lifts her head a little, giving Rey a faint smile.]

Today, I am doing quite well. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk about such dire things.

[circumitus]

[The stiffness in her shoulders ease, and Rey lets herself relax a little. She doesn't remove her hand, though.]

No worries. It's just, um. I want you to be okay. In general, and -- this.

[That could stand to be a little more coherent. Oh well.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh tips her head to the side.]

This? I don't understand.

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Us, I mean...

[She still struggles trying to put emotions into words, even now.]

[mismanagement]

[Us.

Oh. Maketh ducks her head, smiling.]

I--enjoyed having dinner with you, Rey. I liked going dancing. And I am -- here. I'm not -- used to this sort of thing. I admit I may not be very good at it.

[She lifts her head, expression serious.]

But I want to try.

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It's good enough for me, all right?

[She shifts in her seat, leaning forward a little.]

I'm not expecting any grand sonnets or sweeping me off my feet. I don't think your spine would forgive you if you tried that last one, anyway.

[Because Rey is heavy as fuck.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh laughs softly, eyes bright.]

No, I don't think it would! But I would like to go dancing again. To make you good coffee. Would that -- would that be all right?

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[Rey smiles, sliding her fingers down Maketh's arm to her hand.]

Of course it would. I, um. I like this.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh closes her hand around Rey's, squeezing gently. This is new for both of them.]

I know it didn't -- quite work, with Bianca. I don't mind taking it slowly.

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[Funny. Bianca wasn't too long ago, the memory of their last conversation hardly even a distant one. And yet, for some reason, everything feels different with Maketh. Special in it's own right. Everything has a new meaning now.]

If you're sure, then so am I.

I didn't...

[She stops.] I couldn't help but wonder if it really was okay, back then. With her. That maybe things happened because... I don't know. [Shrug.] I was holding her back?

[Or maybe it went both ways, and Rey just can't see that.]

Guess I just-- I don't want to hold anyone back. Because of me. [Because of how she is, and because of her experiences.]

Sorry. I'm rambling.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh tips her head to the side.]

You will not hold me back. I am quite certain of that.