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{Diva appears on the Plane, wearing a white Ao Dai. Or, rather, it was probably white at some point. Now it's caked with mud (and perhaps dotted with a bit of blood) and soaking wet. On each of her shoulders, there's a bamboo pole with a large, heavy looking crate on each end.}

Ne, three hours...What a terrible time for that car to break. At least it was Karl and I, or else we'd never be able to get these back quickly.

{She sets them both down, which hit the ground rather loudly, and decides to take a seat on one of them. She kicks her feet lightly against the box to try and knock some of the mud off while she wrings her hair of some of the water}

But I guess it's a good thing anyways. I wouldn't have done this the first time. Ah, actually, Karl's face was really funny, since he didn't expect me to offer my help. My, my, I suppose that's just proof, isn't it? But we're lucky, since we haven't really met anyone since we left. Or the people that we've met know me as Quan Âm, so it doesn't really matter.

{Stretches, her limbs audibly cracking}

It's too bad about what I'm bringing them, but it's how the village survives. I don't want them to die early, at least. If only it weren't raining so hard, it'd at least be cleaner...

((ooc: Last progression of Diva's experiment! Vietnam, 1973))

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No--Diva, stop it.

[at a loss for what to do - and, perhaps, what to tell Diva to do. Because he doesn't want to have to tell Diva to do anything; he wants to believe that she knows what's right, what she should do]

That's what walking away is for, Diva.

{Quietly}

I know, Sam. I...didn't think about what it meant.

Are you sorry because I'm upset, or sorry because you hurt her?

It would be...both. Even though I hate her, I couldn't feel happy for it like I could before. I would remember what I did, and then I would remember what people have done to me, and it's that same feeling, Sam. I've felt "guilty" ever since, and even though I hate her, that hurts.

But I didn't tell Sam because I was too scared. You wanted me to be honest with you. I wanted to keep it a secret, just forever, but Sam wanted me to be honest with him. I don't want to lose you, Sam.

Don't talk about losing me. I said I'm not abandoning you. It's... God, you're never going to give my conscience a rest, are you?

[he rubs at his forehead]

I'm surprised I didn't hear about it through someone else.

I...didn't want Sam to hear about it through someone else. So the Twins helped me keep it a secret.

...what does that mean?

I have to be nice to her, forever. They felt like you should know, but...I wasn't ready to tell you a few months ago. I'm sorry, Sam.

A few...

[Sam just presses his face into his hands]

What will you do now?

{Pauses before she sits up a bit more, reaching up to put her hands lightly on the sides of his face}

Would it...Would it really help to tell her that I'm sorry?

[he doesn't lift his head] It's just a headache.

[that's a lie; for once, Sam doesn't have a headache. This is a different pain.]

[When he speaks, he doesn't sound tired, but he doesn't sound very energetic, either]

It would help her if she could feel safe. From you, but it probably won't just be you. An apology might help, but more than that, a promise. And you have to prove you'll hold to your promise. She might want not to go near you or talk to you, and you have to accept that. She needs to be able to talk to people - the Doctors, probably - about it. I'll want to talk to her too.

{Diva doesn't know what to do, or what she should do, so very loosely, she embraces him}

I'll do that, then. {And hopefully, the TARDIS won't kill her}

Thank you for telling me.

I was so scared, Sam. I...I still am, but...I'm really sorry, Sam.

I know.

[he's said what needs to be said, what he could rely on DI Tyler for, and now Sam doesn't know quite what to do. At least after Agito died, Sam was able to argue with Gene. Arguing is easy and natural and something, not an inaction. Not Diva waiting on his next move.]

You'll come to me after you talk to her?

I'll come to you, Sam. Anything.

{A pause, and she stammers something that sounds like a mixture of languages. She's not sure what she wants to do or say, so she goes with her oldest knowledge of an apology, of trying to please someone else.} I'll do anything that Sam wants.

[Sam finally lifts his head from his hands to laugh, just a little. Not the happy sort of laugh, either]

I'm not Amshel, Diva.

{She draws away, looking down}

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know what it is that I should do.

That's not a problem, 'cause neither do I.

Should I leave?

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Not... yet.

...You want me to stay?

I... I don't know. [an unhappy smile] This isn't the first time I've been asked to comfort someone who's committed a crime, but it's the first time I've wanted to.

{Her head dips nervously again}

You don't have to do anything like that, Sam.

I'm not required to, but maybe I should. Or maybe I shouldn't. I don't... I don't know. Just-- [he pulls her into a brief hug, then pulls away and runs his hand through his hair. After a moment, he pushes himself to his feet.]

You'd be facing life imprisonment under British Law. Even in '74.

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