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28 - Voice

Oh my-

Oh my gosh, is everyone okay? That was really rough for a false alarm, for a second there I thought - but I guess the Admiral's right, nothing feels different...

Is anybody hurt? You all know I'll come straight away if anybody needs any help, right?

[OOC: Mirror!Shego also lacks her ordinarily industrial-strength self-preservation instincts. hurf.]

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The wizard turned rigid when she hugged him. He'd all but utterly lost the ability to feel comfortable while being touched. He expected pain to follow regardless of who it was. "I don't know anymore," he admitted. "I just want to go home."

She felt him go still, and although she loosened her hold slightly she didn't let go, just staying close and stroking his hair and waiting, hoping he would calm down. She refused to let it go so that every bit of physical contact he experienced would come with pain. If that was going to happen then she might as well just give it up on him completely.

"I know," she said. "We all do. I'm sorry." She was silent for a moment.

"Can you tell me about home? What it was like?"

Mozenrath tried to think of home, but beyond this room he couldn't think of anything. The Marquis had been right. It really was all they had left. "I -- " He looked around. There were still things that had changed, things he had no real control over. "It's warm," he said, finally narrowing it down to something -- something he missed since the winter had come.

"It's warm," she echoed, and shifted so she was sitting alongside him on the bed, one arm around his shoulders.

"Nothing else? What were the towns like? The people?" She tousled his hair lightly. "Come on, you've got to remember somebody. Everyone ticks you off somehow."

"I'm trying," he uttered. It hurt his head to try, but he did -- only he never got past that feeling of half-remembering that one had after a night of vivid dreaming. He shook his head, holding it in his hands. "I'm trying..."

She pouted for a moment, then her brows furrowed and she twisted a little to get a proper look at his face.

"...Hey. It's okay. Did Northman do some weird vampire voodoo thing to your memories?" she asked, making a vaguely illustrative 'spooky' gesture with her free hand. "Although I guess if he did then you wouldn't - darn it."

He gave her an apologetic look. "Thanks Shego," he said, and for good measure, even though it wasn't true: "I feel a lot better."

"No, you don't," she said quietly, for the simple reason that he never did. Not really. She kissed the side of his head and rubbed his shoulder for a moment, then drew away. "Do you want me to go, or...?"

He sighed, finally relaxing some, but seeming still a little surprised by her actions. He blinked at her when she pulled back, a little dazed. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to," he murmured. "He won't come until later if he comes at all, though."

"Then I'm gonna hang out here a little bit longer," Shego said, smiling. 'A little bit longer', of course, meant 'until Kirk comes round and starts frothing with rage over the network' - which he would, he wasn't the type to be mad in private. Then she'd go. She didn't want anyone accused of sheltering her. "You can't get rid of me, Mozie."

"You had best give me some food if you're going to keep calling me that," he remarked.

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