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[Envy glances over at Carousel when she does, but other than that he's completely focused on what she's telling him. Because nothing he'd said or done had managed to change a thing either, but if the Rapidash could just by coming out...]

[He squeezes the arm that he's still holding, gently.]

That's...

Even if it didn't make him leave, that's something. She was something he didn't like, a part of the situation he couldn't control.

[He's just rambling at this point, he knows she's probably already thought about this, but honestly? After so abruptly revisiting all of this, after finding out that not only is he not the only person BOB had gone after and that the thing had come back sometimes more than once?]

[It's a relief, that there's something. Even if it isn't much.]

Yeah. Exactly.

_{[Never in Heather's life had anger from other people been the root of her problems. Even when Dahlia had gone into her violent moods, something that frightened Alessa down to her core, it had never been the anger.]}

... Anyway.

After that was when I decided I had to learn to ride.

... Heh. I think you might have even replied to that video I did, asking for advice. Y'remember that?

[He has to think a second or two; it's been a while. But he remembers it, alright.]

Hah, yeah. I couldn't be much help, I haven't ridden a horse since cars were invented.

You got the hang of it pretty well, though.

Slacker.

_{[She says this with a hint of a normal smile and the ghost of an affectionate laugh in her throat. But then she goes solemn again. This conversation isn't one she can tease her way through.]}

Envy, if you ever see him again, or hear him again... you need to tell me. Okay? This isn't just... me being nosy, or trying to get you to open up or whatever, it's... it's important.

The things Cooper told me about him ... the things he does to people... to kids...

Just promise me you'll tell me the second you see so much as a grizzled gray hair off his disgusting head.

_{[A beat.]}

... Also, we're getting you a Rapidash.

_{[HE DOESN'T GET A SAY IN THIS MM NOPE TOO BAD SO SAD.]}

I promise, I will.

[As awful and sickening as all of this is, one pinprick of relief comes from the fact that if it happened again, he would have someone he could tell about it.]

[Until just now he's never told a soul, not even France, what he'd encountered that weekend.]

[And on the flip side...he's just as solemn as he looks back at her.]

And if you see him, promise you'll tell me too. Even--even if there's nothing I can do to stop him, I don't want you to face that bastard alone if I can help it, not ever again.

[He gives her a strained sort of half-smile at the Rapidash suggestion. If they were having any other conversation, he would've laughed.]

Wouldn't you know, I even already have a Ponyta.

_{[It's hard to reply when there's a lump growing in her throat just listening to his words. And you know what, maybe what he's suggesting itself will be enough. BOB had only ever come after her when she was alone. What would he even do, if there were two? Turn them against each other? Ha. Not even he could do that.]

[She can comment on the other thing, though.]

[Reaching out, she takes his hands in hers and gives them a tight squeeze, looking him right in the eye.]}

Then we're getting you on that Ponyta.

_{[TIME TO RELEARN HORSEBACK RIDING, ENVY.]}

[He squeezes her hands right back, although the suggestion leaves him looking a bit unsure.]

Are you sure a Ponyta is even big enough to ride...?

[But he doesn't sound entirely opposed, at least. Because size issues aside, it's not a bad idea.]

[One horse pissed BOB off. Two horses--and two people to ride them together instead of just one person alone--can't hurt.]

Sure it is. It'll look a little goofy, but then again, you can always evolve it.

_{[TWO FLAMING UNICORNS. IMAGINE.]}

Then I guess I'd better start training.

How about we come back out here tomorrow, you can help me get started.

[He gives her another half-smile. Maybe he's not feeling near as peaceful as he was before he'd asked her about anything, but...]

[It's still a relief, in a way.]

_{[For the first time since the conversation she returns that half-smile.]}

... Sure.

_{[Yeah, she's not at peace. At all. Dredging up those memories is the last thing she wanted to do today, and the new information is chilling.]

[... But they'll do what they need to do. Both of them have always been survivors.]

[She lets go of his hands and scoots to sit back down beside him rather than right up in his face, then tosses him the sandwich she'd nearly forgotten about after pulling from the backpack.]}

... Now let's eat.

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