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[withregret]

You've reached Rue. Leave a message, and I'll return your call.

⌊ voicemail.
⌊ text message.
⌊ skype.
⌊ video.
⌊ email.

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[withregret]

[ She places her glass of water back down on the table, letting her hands rest once more. ]

And how is it that I can help you?

[11ady]

I need a face. A liaison of sorts. Someone to relay my messages for me when getting in touch with certain contacts.

[withregret]

[ That gets Elle a small smile. I need a face. ]

And what makes my face better than anyone else's?

[11ady]

You're a mature upstanding woman well-versed in the nature of war and loss. Who could be better?

[withregret]

Someone who isn't known for associating with you. A hired -- [ bimbo ] -- hand.

[ She pauses for a moment. ]

Unless anonymity isn't completely what you're after?

[11ady]

I've tried a hired hand. Aside from being expensive, they're not exactly easy to give instructions to. I want to be able to trust the one I lend my voice to. Not someone who can be bought.

[withregret]

[ She's silent for a moment as she thinks.

If she agrees to do this, she's putting herself at risk. Even her mother -- God bless her soul, still wrapped up in whatever Church nonsense she had always been, could be in danger.

What does it matter?

The words whisper their way across her mind.

Who cares? This gives you a purpose. You can make a change. A direction.

What did it matter if she was hurt, or even died? That's what they'd all do in the end anyway. They'd die. She'd die. But she could die as a player or die as an unwitting pawn, with no choice.

Choices. Choices.

What are we without choices?

Other than her mother there was no one else put at risk. And even then, she was so separated from her mother at this point... she hadn't even spoken to her in months. She didn't hate the woman, but years of struggling with her had given her a good deal of disattachment from her. Snuggled deep in her Church, she would be safe.

What did Rue really have to lose? And what did she have to gain?

A purpose.

A choice. ]

So you've really thought this through.

[11ady]

Every second of every day since everything was sent off-kilter. Of course, you can decline as you please. Trust is for the foolish but we can't afford to meet everybody with enmity. This is my wager.

[A seventeen in Blackjack. You don't know whether or not to hit it. She's choosing to hit it. What's Rue's play?]

[withregret]

Yes. Trust should not be easily placed. Neither should wagers.

[ Another second of silence. But, in her heart, she knows she already made the choice she wants to. And she'll see it through - for that is what makes her human. ]

All right.

[11ady]

Promises aren't worth much but I assure you that I'll do all I can to make sure our mutual efforts aren't in vain.

[withregret]

Then I can only promise the same in return.

[11ady]

[The waiter passes by, presenting their food before making a hasty retreat.]

Best of luck to both of us.

[ooc: and i guess we can end there :U]