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[not_the_last]

She sees the motion, glances up to be sure she's understanding its intent, and then ducks under its arm and into the offered space. And for a moment she's quiet, just leaning into that protective strength.

"I think," she says then, slowly, "I need to talk to him. At least once. I'm still very afraid."

[serialskiller]

“I understand why you’re scared.” It squeezes her a little tighter. “I could…maybe give you a drone, so if it goes bad, real bad, I can come running.”

[not_the_last]

Cassandra draws a deep, shaky breath. "Yes. Please. I ... could carry it in a pocket, maybe? You would still be able to hear everything?"

[serialskiller]

“Yes. Literally just find the nearest drone and grab it before you talk to him. Or any time you think you need my attention with you. I will never be mad at you for stealing one of my eyes.”

[not_the_last]

She's still not very good at feeling safe, anywhere, ever. But now as before, it helps immeasurably to feel that someone cares if she's safe.

In a whisper: "Thank you, SecUnit."

[serialskiller]

"Of course." It very briefly rests its chin against the top of her head, holds her nice and close, closes its eyes.

This is part of security, too.