Dossier Thirty One

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta sits curled up in one of the old theater seats, picking at an ancient bit of something that is stuck to its arm. She looks tired, though not ill, at least, and it seems as though she's been crying.]

Louise Antoinette Laure... I bet she's pretty, too.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ D: AUGH SHE HATES IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT.] ...yes, signore?

[lamb_of_gold]

What is troubling you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Signore Jose came back from France, but...

[lamb_of_gold]

But?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

He brought back a present for someone. For a woman.

[lamb_of_gold]

And you're jealous?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.;!] No! No. I just... I don't know.

[lamb_of_gold]

So you are. [Sits next to her] Would you like to talk about it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But I'm not. [She will insist this. Continuously.] I just... don't... want someone to hurt him.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Well that's a losing battle.]

I'm sure Jose is wise enough to know not to be hurt like that. And if he is, he will have you and your undying devotion and love to help him.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hesitant] But... what if he likes her better?

[lamb_of_gold]

Henrietta, if you are half as important to him as he is to you, then you will always be cherished by him. Humans love in many different ways.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[But this requires faith in people, something that is a bit thin on the ground in the psych department of certain cyborgs. So she picks at the arm of the chair some more.] What if he loves her more?

[lamb_of_gold]

Like I said, humans love differently. Jose simply loves her differently than he loves you, and in that comparison, there is no 'more' or 'less'.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Does not compute. ;~; ]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Sighs and puts this as simply as he can] Jose loves you, Henrietta, and he always will. Nothing will stop that. You don't have to worry.