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You'll be positive though it hurts

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I most certainly will not.

I wasn't speaking about you.

You doin' okay? Stupid question?

I thought I was, but then I remembered the last year. [It's been longer for her]

Yeah. ...You... have had a crappy year.

Perhaps not. But you will listen to me.

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I won't bother you. [But she takes a seat to listen like a good girl]

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I want to forget any of it ever happened.

I don't blame you. The biggest thing that's stopped me from doing that once or twice is being afraid I'd make the same mistakes again.

Your child is now under my protection.

Has she grown up already?

You don't have to lose memories to make the same mistakes.

That's true, but the chance of making them again goes way up if you don't remember what landed you there in the first place. And I swear I'm not trying to lecture you. Just what I've thought about when I wanted to forget stuff.

I deserve a lecture.

[Her eyebrow twitches up] Do you want me to lecture you about how you never owe anyone anything when they're just trying to use you?

Not yet. And any interference from you will be dealt with.

[She withdraws the knife she used to prick her finger and this time cuts open her hand, She lets the blood pool before she steps forward and smears the blood across Sheila's face. It's thick and sticky and takes time to pool...]

There will be no other warning, Murderous Cow. Care for the child. Properly. Or I will send her to My Mother to care for and you will never see her again in your lifetime. This is my blood-oath.

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What happens to me if I say no?

[Sheila is suddenly very afraid, and does not move while Fiona does her blood-oath]

I... yes. I will. ...How?

To me or the person trying to use you?

You.

[She shrugs] Then we talk about something else.

Is he really dead?

Yes. Really and truly and finally completely dead.

Thank you.

[Fiona can in fact be very scary...]

Do not deny her your milk ever again. Sing to her. Feed her honey, elder-flowers and violets.

You're more than welcome.

Do you want details? [asked cautiously]

...I will m'lady.

[She will. She's very afraid of Fiona]

I was supposed to die with him.

I don't believe in 'supposed to's' like that.

[Fiona nods and then turns to leave, shimmering just enough for Sheila to get a glimpse of what is behind her own glamour]

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