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[The Griever suddenly appears on the Plane — but he's not alone. Pinning him to the invisible floor is a humongous, see-through purple and blue dragon (with a golden amulet tied around its neck). Its voice is loud and booming.]

NO HURT.

I-I get it! You can— get off now! [The Griever struggles under the heavy claws for a moment, while the dragon pulls back, intent to breathe fire and end him once and for all.]

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Last I checked, little girls don't normally turn into giant dragons.

Henrietta! Henrietta, stop!

It has to be that amulet. She found it earlier and put it on. How was I supposed to know it would do this?

[Ah, frick. The Griever barely dodges that stomping, then grabs her claw and uses ghostly super-strength to try and toss her onto her side, with a mumbled apology.]

[Slams to the ground and tries to get up, shaking her head dizzily.] NO.

Just what the hell is your world like, Chris?

[Amulet, huh? Hei launches a wire, trying to wrap it around the amulet and yank it off.]

Really magical.

[He takes the opportunity to swing around and try to work on the clasp of the amulet from the back. Perhaps their combined effort can do something?!]

[She snarls, struggles, tries to kick Chris away and takes a useless swipe at Hei, who's out of range. And then off pops the amulet and with a bright blue glow and the blurring of her outline she shrinks, talons curving into fingers, muzzle melting away, until there is a very dizzy-looking Henrietta standing on the plane.

She sits down.] Ah... when did we come here?

[Just SIGHS in relief.]

[The Griever is kicked right before the amulet is removed, so give him a minute to regain his bearings. He sits up and eventually transforms back to normal, before picking himself up with a quiet groan and making his way over.]

Doesn't really matter. You alright?

I think so? [Rubs her head.]

Do you remember anything that happened?

[Chris grabs the fallen amulet as he goes, and stuffs it in his pocket. He'll toss it into the Ghost Zone next chance he gets. For now, he just sits nearby.]

No... Oh! Chris stepped on Xing.

[Glances at Chris, though Hei can only hope that Chris will dispose of the amulet properly.]

Xing?

[Oh, don't worry. He may not be able to orb it into the deepest oceans anymore, but he's still got a few tricks up his sleeve.]

Your blob.

Ah... I thought I was going to keep him now?

Oh...of course.

...You named it Xing?

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[Have a Crowley sauntering over, trying to keep the smug look off his face and failing somewhat.]

You know, Hei, I really must commend you on your choice of caretakers.

And to think I ever doubted you.

[This has been the month from Hell. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong for Hei has gone wrong. He's exhausted and upset and he just fought a fucking dragon and Yin is still kidnapped and Hei is about to do something that could very well get both of them killed, and at the very least will mean they never, ever have a moment of peace again. Hei is at the end of his rope.]

[So he just sort of blows up.]

Fine. Fine! You're right! Henrietta is infinitely better off with you than she will ever be with Chris or with me! After all, everything I've ever done has only made things worse for her, hasn't it? I can't save her! I can't save anyone! As if I didn't know that already! It doesn't matter what I do, does it, because they always get hurt or killed or leave and everything goes wrong and it happens every single time.

So, congratulations on being right, Crowley. No one could have seen it coming!

[Hei stops, breathing fast, looking angry and hurt and helpless. He stands there, glaring at the Plane floor for a moment. Slowly it dawns on him that, for one, he let his emotions completely get the better of him, and that it happened in front of Crowley.]

S... [Wibbles for a moment and then starts to cry. She tries to take his hand.] Don't say that. Please don't say that. It's not true.

[Chris watches Hei explode. For a moment, he's reminded of himself in an admittedly less dramatic moment of stress, which had a somewhat comical resolution. No such luck for for this situation. Instead, he takes a deep breath, steps closer to Hei...

... and smacks him across the face.] Get a hold of yourself, Hei. You're right. No one could have seen it coming. No one ever sees anything coming, but you have to deal with it.

That right there? Didn't sound like dealing to me. It sounded a lot more like giving up. And like hell I'll let you do that before you go into enemy territory to save a friend. So... just cut it out.

[For a moment Crowley looks completely taken aback, even guilty, for having said anything to Hei. Then after Chris's little display, a bit of a smile comes back to his face.]

Chris...I think it's customary to slap someone while they're still having a fit, not after they've started to calm down.

[Hei...wasn't expecting any of those responses. For awhile he just sort of stands there, perfectly still.]

...Forget it. Just. Forget it.

[He starts walking away. He wants more than anything to just drop, but he can't let any more time pass in his world--not until he has a plan.]

[Trots after him and doesn't touch him, but starts walking backwards in front of him instead.] Signore, signore wait. Those things you said... They feel true, right? But they aren't. You're really tired, right? But you won't always be.

Missions are hard, especially when they go wrong, and people get hurt, or you mess up, and everyone has them, you said. Even if it's bad or hard or you don't want to do it any more or you think you've gotten it too wrong to fix it-- [She stops, blocking his way and looking a little nervous.] You have to keep trying, keep fighting, because then you can prove everyone wrong about you, that what they think they know isn't right. That you're better than they are, because they couldn't see who you could be.

You really help me, signore. You really do. Please don't believe what you said.

[Chris watches Henrietta chase after Hei, figuring she probably has the best chance of doing... well, anything right now, and then looks over to Crowley with a glare.]

Because moping around over it is so much better, right?