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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[crushed_pearls]

Erin nods softly. "I'll hold you to it, Dimitri. If my advice is any good right now, I would find a friend to be with. If...if our business here is settled, I'm going to go do that myself."

The timer is taken back, and put away.

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri's tea has long since gone cold. His sigh riffles the pale surface as he pushes himself to his feet. "Thank you. I'm sorry the Captain did this to you. I'm sure I'm not the only one with questions, and I can't imagine how hard it would be to face all at once." Not that it should be easy, but. "I will defend you, if it comes to that, and your choice to do better. It may be unfair of me, but -- I'd ask that you do the same. Or at least rely on those who will."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin shakes her head. "I'm not going to lay down to die, but I'm not going to raise my hand to the people here, Dimitri. And I'm going to explicitly, without ambiguity, tell you that I don't want you defending me with anything harsher than words. There's no practicality you can put on this table that justifies letting you put yourself in harm's way for me."

Erin stands, with a sad little smile. "...You're not my prince or my king. Here you get to be a boy, at long fucking last, and in that world I'm supposed to defend you."