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This time, Elle stopped running before she collapsed.

As she’d started about noon, it was now nearing dusk. The sky was a deep blue slipping further into black, and Elle had dropped to the ground, sitting cross-legged in the grass near the shoreline of the lake, watching the sunlight along it dissipate as the evening deepened.

Her breathing, which not so long ago had been harsh and ragged, had evened out by now, deep and slow, so that she barely seemed to move. She didn’t flinch or even glance away at the sounds of others on the grounds, or to any sudden ripples in the water. Though her eyes on the water, she seemed to follow nothing at all, her expression not closed, but empty.

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Elle doubts her help often came from knowing a whole lot of things.

"I know."

After another pause, she adds -

"You do. Help."

"Okay."

X falls silent again, just for a few seconds.

"It is good that it is easier? To remember things."

She doesn't move again, but she answers more quickly now.

"It's different."

Beat.

"It makes me different."

"You do not like that?"

She wants to know.

It seems --

Important.

"I do."

It takes a moment, perhaps, for her to say it with such certainty, but then -

"It's - better."

X's hand tightens on Elle's arm.

"Good."

Her head turns on the ground so she can look at X, and this time, she didn't look away.

"Before I - sometimes I thought I -"

Though her voice breaks off, she doesn't shift, no sign of worry crossing her face. It's as though she doesn't really know how to put it into words.

"- there were these things I didn't know and I thought it was - because of me. I'd let him - I did something wrong and I let it happen."

"But that is not how it was."

It's not a question.

Should it be?

"I didn't let it happen."

She's gone very still again.

X's fingers tighten on Elle's arm a little more.

Then they relax.

Just a little.

"I am allowed to ask?"

Elle still doesn't move.

After a moment, she answers -

"I don't think I should. Right now."

X tries very hard not to look lost.

"Okay."

"X..."

Apparently, trying very hard didn't entirely work.

"It's - complicated. I can't just - think about it."

"How do you -- "

She cuts herself off again, thinking.

Then --

"How do you know what to do? About it. If you cannot think."

She worries.

"I can't just think about it," she corrects, quietly.

"When I think about it - I am -"

She stops abruptly, to inhale and exhale, fully, as if she wasn't doing it properly before.

"I'm - there. I am it."

"Oh."

X's voice is quieter now.

"That is bad? For you. To -- "

She hesitates again, looking for the right words.

"You relive it? Or you are -- who you were. Then."

After another long pause:

"It'd be bad for other people."

X does not say 'I do not care about other people'.

She also does not think it.

Much.

Not consciously, at least.

"Oh."

Beat.

"You know what you will do?"

She doesn't move, her expression still blank.

But she replies, "Why do you think I go to the cells to sleep?"

"Dreams. Or -- "

She hesitates.

"You remember? Then."

"I don't control it."

"Not like now."

X does not quite frown. The cells --

It would be better if Elle did not have to stay in them.

"You cannot learn? Again."

"I like a break sometimes."

Now that she doesn't have to do it all the time.

"Maybe someone can -- ward -- a room for you. Upstairs. So you are not in the cells."

She doesn't fidget, not really. Though the hand she's got on Elle's arm twitches, just that bit more than fractionally.

"If -- I do not know if you do not like them."

"I don't know if it matters."

Exchanging one secured room for another. The purpose is the same.