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[didorothy]

[Sam is still bloody and bruised from his fight with the monsters. Gene Hunt's camel hide coat is in his arms, pressed close to his chest.]

Lapis, Lazuli. You said you sold anything. I have something I want to buy.

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[didorothy]

I'd rather not.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[you get a stern frown, Sam]

You're no use to anyone dead.

[didorothy]

[have defiant glare, Doctor]

I won't get myself killed.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[said frown deepens as he crosses his arms]

And how do you know that, Sam? Do you make a habit of killing monsters?

[didorothy]

[folds arms]

I like to think that fighting crime in Cuban heels is a pretty good prep course for it.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he's amused, but he doesn't allow it to show]

Did you do that immediately following physical and emotional trauma?

[didorothy]

On more than one occasion.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

It was foolish then, and moreso now.

[didorothy]

And yet I am still alive.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Don't stretch your luck.

[didorothy]

Can't rest, Doctor. Might as well do something helpful.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[stares at him for a moment, before shaking his head, hands falling to his sides]

...If you absolutely must, you needn't do it alone.

[didorothy]

I've got Fumie.

...I hate that she's in this. A kid like her shouldn't have to fight.