I know him. [ she confirms. rip doesn't ask her what the last thing is that she remembers, and so she doesn't offer it. it's better, she thinks, if he doesn't know that his mind has been messed with, if he doesn't know that he's killed her. there's pain in his gaze now, if she's reading him right, at having caused her pain. it's a remnant of the man she knew before, the man she'd grown to respect a great deal. ] How long have you been here?
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