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[When Miria finally wrote to the network, her handwriting was slightly messier than usual. Her hands shook during a few parts of the letter.]

Private FROM Isaac Dian

I hope I'm not bugging anyone, but I... have to know. In these memories, has anyone seen a young boy? Black hair, wearing a brown suit. He looked really hurt... and I just want to know if he's okay.

I know this is a long shot, but I'd appreciate it if anyone can answer me.

Oh, and could people avoid telling Isaac about this? Thanks.

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[She... she's a monster. That's the only explanation. She must be some kind of space alien from a world where oceans are made of rubbing alcohol instead of water.]

Okay, well.... 'm done, give up.

[And she stands up very carefully and, aw, crap the floor's tilting. Fortunately the table's there for her to lean on for a second.]

[Miria stands up in concern as her buddy leans on the table.]

A-are you alright?

[She's just going to hold up a hand for a second while she figures out this whole standing thing again, before slowly giving a thumbs up.

She might still be a little wobbly though.]

'm fine. Just... need'a go home now.

[She shifted slightly.]

I... Should I take you home?

Yeah.

[And she'll start carefully walking away from the table.]

Y' should go home... and then I'll go home.

Ah..Are you sure? Maybe I should... just... make sure you're okay..?

[Drunk doesn't seem fun anymore.]

[It's Miria's fault! Damned... superhuman liver powers or whatever.]

S'okay... maybe get a cab 'r something.

[She pauses, looking at the table again and then squints at Miria again.]

... Doesn't make sense....

I'll just... make sure you get to that cab safe, okay?

[This can't be happening. Vanessa is super cool and awesome and doesn't act all weird.]

What doesn't make sense?

Okay.

[She's still totally cool. Just very carefully heading for the door.]

Did you get... drinking powers or something?

[She's just gonna... slowly trail behind her.]

Uh... I don't... think so.

I mean, I don't drink that often, so I'm not sure how I'd tell...

[She actually... snickers as they get to the door, grinning a bit to herself.]

Next time... we should start making bets. Make some money.

[Miria's head tilts a little at that. That's an... odd idea. It almost sounds... manipulative.

But hey, if good ol' trusty Vanessa thinks its okay, it's probably fine.]

Okay! Could be fun!

[That's only because it IS.

She blinks at that for a second before she starts snickering again, shaking her head as they get outside finally. She takes a breath, hoping the cool air outside will help clear her head a bit.]

I just don't get you two.

[Her eyes widen a bit and her head tilts further.]

...What do you mean?

[She shakes her head a bit, looking down at the sidewalk in front of her feet.]

You too. You... you trust everybody, you're nice to everybody. I don't get it....

[Miria wasn't expecting that. She pauses to roll the words over in her head. After about a minute:]

I guess... there are some people Isaac and I don't trust. But... I think that most people want to do something good. And if that's what most people want, then I guess most people are worth trusting.

I think?

[She spends some more time looking confused and thoughtful, as if trying to pin down if that's what she wanted to say.]

[She leans back against the wall, rubbing her forehead while Miria thought the question over. So that was it, then. It was that simple.]

I don't....

I never... thought like that.

Sure you have! When we first met you were super helpful and nice, and you've been super helpful and nice since!

[She pauses again as she watches Vanessa rub her forehead.]

You sure you'll be okay?

[Super nice and helpful. She laughs a little bit then shakes her head and pushes away from the wall.]

Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, just have to remember not to try to keep up with you next time. Just need to go home and sleep it off.

[She nods in response, admittedly not sure what that "keep up" comment meant, before spotting a taxi. She starts waving frantically to get its attention, and it slows to a stop.]

Just feel better soon, alright? And... [She opens her purse.] I'll pay for cab fare.

I'm fine. [She insists once again, walking up to the curb when Miria waves down the cab. Then stops, blinking at her when she insists on paying for it. Accepting help was still a blind spot for her.

She shakes her head quickly.]

I can split it....

[Miria adamantly shakes her head.]

Nah. You already paid for a lotta drinks inside.

Don't worry about it.

[Technically that guy who got upset about finding his lost wallet sans cash earlier in the night had paid for the drinks.

But she's not about to admit to that just to win this argument. She's still a bit hesitant but she finally gives in, nodding a bit.]

Okay.

... Thanks.

No problem whatsoever! Get a good night's sleep!

[And she basically starts waving goodbye to Vanessa right next to her. Because why not?

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