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so eventually they're done treating Judar's cool new ACID CORROSION BULLET WOUND and Jason kicks these assholes out of his room, who can blame him, and Clover's still right at Judar's side, arm out for him to lean on whether he's gonna take it or not, scythe handle tucked under her opposite arm at the same inconvenient angle in case she needs to drop it. The wound's bandaged and the urgency's over and there's nothing she can do until the trial tomorrow—the trial, there's going to be a trial, and she can't imagine a best-case scenario for it, not one anyone else would listen to. If she keeps thinking about it, if she keeps thinking about tomorrow and Judar and Alice and how utterly helpless she is in all of it, she's going to break completely.]
Do—you don't wanna stay in the medbay, do you? [
She's quiet in the way that she gets when she starts to shut down, desperately trying to focus on anything else but the Nuwa or tomorrow.] I'll bring you there if you want.