[week six - wednesday]

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[ If only she'd realized, from the very beginning, how long this conversation was coming.

Then again, if they'd known then what they all know now, the game would be a very different place. There might not be a game at all.

The Sheriff got what he wanted from them all. A fine show.

These are bitter thoughts to ruminate on first thing Wednesday morning. There's something coming today, more likely than not, she's not so stupid she can't recognize patterns. However, she is trying not to think about it right now. Right now, it is late morning, and she is making pancakes, because she wanted to try making pancakes.

She feels a little uncomfortable in the kitchen, suddenly, for reasons she also does not want to think about. Not yet.

It's only Percy Actual Jackson stumbling into the room in PJs looking half dead that gets her to snap out of her reverie, and just kinda.

Stare.

At him. ]

.... morning, Percy.

[ Assuming he. Just woke up. ]

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[ These next two pancakes are done. She transfers these to the same plate as the first, and then slides the plate over towards Percy without saying anything. If he still wants food, it's there. Now she starts on her own. ]

We don't, huh...? [ Glancing at him again out of the corner of her eye. Her trust in Hannibal is already irreparably broken; even if he turns out somehow not to be the Deputy, the other things Shinnosuke told her were enough for her to want to stay away from him until they all know for sure exactly what kind of person Hannibal Lecter really is. If he turns out to be the person he's always said he is, she'll apologize forever and ever and hope he forgives her. But if they're right, well...

Turning away from him now will have been for the best. ]

Well, he and I talked about who else might be a problem, which is really just anyone we're not sure of. That was Dr. Lecter, Will, Rin, Ash, and ... Okabe. [ Who seems to be missing. A thoughtful, frowning tilt of her head. ]

... it's okay, Percy. It is dangerous to know this stuff. We're going to have to be really careful about what we do from now on. [ With a sigh through her nose, she looks down at her pancakes again. ] ... we have to protect Damian.

[hydrokinetics]

[He'll take the plate and proceed to drown his pancakes in syrup.]

We don't. [He's firm about that, because it's a guess. There's nothing solid in the idea yet.] That's the problem with this game. People are going to have a lot of questions and speculations but we're always going to lack a few facts.

...those people are kind of on my list, too. Especially the last three, I don't think I've spoken to any of them more than a couple of times. Have you? [There's a pause as he looks for a fork.] We're going to do everything we can to protect him. Don't worry.