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Don't bother.

No? Are you sure you know what I mean?

Don't know, don't rightly care. Ah knew not ta trust ya.

What is it you think I did? I'd like to be certain why I'm not trustworthy.

T'ink? Ah can read, despite what some might say 'bout meh. Jus' how much didja tell 'im 'bout what ah can do?

Ah don't even give ah shit iffen ya tryin' ta fuck 'im or somet'ing like it.

*low* I told him about our discussion about my father. That's all I've said and you can feel free to look to confirm that. You don't...didn't even know if you'd done anything when we talked about it.

Dat's cuz men like dat don't deserve nothin' better. Still don't know. Ah don't try fer stuff like dat.

He was wrong, not evil. My opinion of what they did to you hasn't changed. *sighs* It was wrong, they are wrong.

Wrong jus' one way o' justifyin' evil. You ain't know de half o' what dey did.

Neither do you. Not just to you, but to others. *soft* He's wrong, but they are evil.

Ah know what dey done ta mah family, can' imagine all de shit dey done ta others. So people jus' followin' orders ain't evil?

Following orders you can't completely comprehend isn't evil.

*low* What have they done to your family, Dagny? What's going on?

Ah can comprehend 'nuff ta know dat it's evil, an' when ah find out more ah'll know fer sure.

Dat ain't none o' your business. *She's so angry she's shaking.*

And if you couldn't comprehend it for some reason? I'm not making excuses, I'm asking.

Despite what you clearly think of me, if there is any way I can help with your family, I will. Just because I don't think he's the devil doesn't mean my opinion of them has changed.

Jus' as long as ah ain't no part o' it.

It don't matter, what's done is done, ya can't bring back de dead. Ya use
ta. Funny, dat.

The dead--

I also used to think you were a defenseless child. Opinions change with new information.

Ah use ta be, use ta be a lot o' t'ings but ah'm sick o' being pushed 'round, bein' used an' hurt.

Ah ain't gonna let no one hurt meh no mo'. Ain't nothin' wrong wit defendin' myself. *Breathing hard she reached up to touch her nose and frowned when her fingers came away sticky with blood.*

*Her eyes narrow.* You're hurting yourself at this rate.

Ah'm sure de angels in heaven are weepin'. *She wipes the blood away with the back of her hand.* It happens when ah concentrate ta hard.

What else happens when you concentrate too hard?

*shakes her head* That's what I wanted to teach you. How to concentrate and filter without hurting yourself. *Doesn't add 'or anyone else.'*

*The corner of her lips twitch.* Wanna find out?

Yeah, well, ah musta missed when dat offer was on de table. Ain't notta t'ing, ah'm ah bit o' ah empiricist. Learnin' through . . . experience.

*Her expression hardens and her voice turns to ice.* My fault for not being clearer about it or more forceful with my offer. My own empirical lesson learned.

I know someone who would just love you.

Awh, no, Ms. Charlotte, dare ain't no cause for ya ta get all stony voice wit meh. Ah ain't gonna hurt you none, jus' havin' ah bit o' fun. *Her grin widens.*

Yeah introduce meh ta daddy, would love ta make his acquaintance. See what fun stuff ah could learn from his thoughts.

*Her voice doesn't soften at all, but her shoulders loosen some.* I'm thrilled you're enjoying yourself.

I might just. The first thing you'd learn is what a base amateur you are. I'm certain you'll learn quickly, though.

Sometimes it's nice not ta be de scared one.

It ain't learnin' iffen ya don't fall down some times. At dis point, ah reckon ah ain't got nothin' ta lose.