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[serialskiller]

"It's a very human sort of thing to want."

And it's utterly orthogonal to how Security even works. To view Helena as 'coming first' is a fierce misunderstanding of the nature of crew. But that's not going to be helpful to voice aloud, is it?

"Like...and don't tell him I've voiced this thought, but I think part of why Max is still so emotionally entangled with his Master is that he 'came first' to him." That might not be much more helpful.

[not_the_last]

"Gods," she chokes out in sudden bitter vehemence, "isn't that bloody likely. What a, a wretched thing to need."

Roughly, impatiently, she dashes wetness off of her face with one hand.

[serialskiller]

"I don't think it's wretched. I just...it's not something I can offer. To anyone. And I'm sorry for that. I can give you time, and energy, and comfort. But right now I'm scared that it won't be enough."

And it does mean scared. These talks are times of vulnerability for it too.

[not_the_last]

With her other hand, the one not covered in tears, she tries to find one of its hands to squeeze.

"Please don't be," she says, her voice low and unsteady. "I don't -- I said this isn't your fault."

[serialskiller]

"You did. That doesn't mean my first instinct isn't to want to find some way to make it better for you. You're in pain and I love you and I always want to make life less painful for my crew. I just don't always know how to."

It squeezes back, tighter than strictly necessary, but not tight enough to cause harm.

[not_the_last]

A slow, just slightly shaky breath. Another. The wetness on her cheeks, on her hand, has cooled as it begins to evaporate off her skin.

"I don't know how to ... address the problem," she mumbles. "But this helps."

[serialskiller]

"You can have this. Anytime you want. You just need to ask. Or make it clear that this is what you want. Okay?" Humans. It could be more frustrated, but instead it's at peace, knowing it's all coming out.

[not_the_last]

"Okay," she whispers. It's a very strange feeling, being reassured and subtly scolded at the same time; and then it isn't strange at all, it feels like something out of her childhood.

"I, I'll remember."

[serialskiller]

"You had better." It kisses the top of her head, rocking gently.

[not_the_last]

She leans into its chest, and shuts her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispers, and it sounds a little like I love you.