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[She has not moved from the place where the Labyrinth finally spit her out, lying in the grass curled into herself. The vine has come to investigate, now that she has been returned to the Garden. Where has she been? Has she learned her lesson? Perhaps.

She's filthy. Her hair lank and knotted, her clothes muddied and ripped. With her arms wrapped around herself, she claws at her skin with blunted nails, keening miserably. She has hardly ceased since the storm ended.

She rocks back and forth, her forehead pressed into the dirt, and as she falls onto her side, the vine follows curiously. Her face is bruised and crusted with blood, wounds she had not felt at the time, and truly she does not feel them now.

The vines slithering finally draws her attention and she makes a low whimpering sound. Her face is dry of tears, at least. The dead do not cry in such a way, even if her mouth is trembling.

She stares at the vine a moment longer before she draws herself up and tries to slink away from its gaze, but it follows her. She gives up eventually, sinking back down at the base of a tree and hiding behind her drawn up knees. That same piercing little wail eventually begins again, muffled from within her protective huddle.]

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( She stares at the Vine for a long time, not thinking, barely breathing. She's been trying, trying desperately to forget about it, forget the torn flesh of her arm and bruises on the back of her head, dappled down her back.

When she does speak, her voice sounds strange. It's someone else talking, she's certain, the voice sounds wrong and her lips are numb; there's no way she could move them, force the words out even if she wished it. )

Why are you crying?

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[jemerite]

[She whines at Jules's voice, ducking lower down into her knees. If Jules just wants to yell at her, she can go away.]

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( There's no yelling. She's too shaken for it, drawing her knees up and resting her chin on them. A few times she opens her mouth, tries to carve words out of her silence, but there's nothing for clusters of seconds that unravel, stretch out into minutes.

Finally, Jules exhales, breathing shaky and unstable as her fingers dig into her shoulders. ) Why?

( Quiet, face turned away from the mirror. )

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[Zinc hisses in frustration. Why? There's no point in explaining. The people in her own world would never have put her in such a situation, would have shot her in the head long before they accepted her as one of their refugees. She was kept alone for a reason. Barbet didn't even like her to have the company of other docile Reanimates.]

Hunger.