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[Ianto is currently out cold, but slowly showing signs of coming round.  He's not exactly in his best state; his nose is shattered, and he has a stab wound in his chest.

For once?  This has absolutely nothing to do with the Master.]

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[The mun feels pain on behalf of her crazy muse She takes a step back when he stands up. If he's observant, Ianto might catch a twist of something on her face that looks like a vague impression of fear.]

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[Ianto's very observant, and whilst he might feel just the slightest bit pleased about that fear he doesn't let it show. And all he does is take a step back.]

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[If she had access to her emotions she'd totally be upset right now.]

...I don't understand this. Something's wrong.

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Of course it is. You've changed.

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No, I haven't.

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You're telling me you were always like this?

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I...

[She takes another step away.]

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[Stands his ground, because he seems to have the control of the situation for now, at least.]

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...yes. Yes. I was.

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No. You weren't.

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[Honestly wants to know] How was I different?

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You wouldn't have done anything like this, for one thing.

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Even if you pulled a gun? [Frowning.] That doesn't make sense.

[And now she's test-driving the theory Mu planted in her head] Are we... Were we... friends?

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I wouldn't have pulled a gun before.

[Regarding her with suspicion.] We were.

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We were. [Ahahaeven deeper under the Glamour now that she's gotten independent confirmation of what Mu said. She puts her hands to he head as her perceptions reorder themselves YET AGAIN. Her poor brain is going to be scrambled eggs by the time all this is over.] Nng. Are... we?

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...I don't know.

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[Again, honestly wants to know] How can you tell?

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You just know. I don't know how.

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That isn't... that doesn't make sense. How can Contractors have friends if it isn't a logical process?

[And there's the slightest fracture in the Glamour, but it's still too strong for it to break completely.]

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Having friends is logical. There are things to gain from it, even if it doesn't always make sense.

[He's picked up that logic is important from Hei, so definitely trying to make her see that.]

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[Eying him uncertainly] Such as?

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To help you? Protect you?

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And if you don't need those things? [Frown] What do I get from association with you?

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I'd be a lot less likely to point a gun at you.

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Safety, in other words.