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[Cain has flour on his cheek, and he's in the kitchen, taking a break.] Y'know, worldwide there's room for comfort food after a real shitty day. I'm takin' requests.

Me, I always went for pierogis. Stayed in Poland just long enough to learn how to make 'em. [And to kill a diplomat. But. You know.] Kid seemed to like 'em pretty well, too. Pretty sure tastes change, though...

Anyway, give 'em here, give me all your requests.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[She wasn't going to respond. She's staying as far away from David Cain as she can; she's realised bloody vengeance isn't the answer, won't help anything, but that doesn't mean it's easy.

And she wouldn't intercede now, except she sees how upset this conversation is making Cass.]

I'm here. [It's soft, and quiet, all of her own rage pushed aside. She won't tell Cass what to do, how to handle this; she just wants her to know she has support.]

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[hellofist]

I know.

[But it's impossible to ignore how just her voice calms something in Cass, lets her shoulders relax just a little bit. She can focus better now, maybe. Hopefully.]

You always are.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[A soft, warm smile.]

And don't you forget it.

[She reaches out with her hand, pressing it to the screen. It's the best she can do right now.]