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River is sitting on her bunk. She has a long piece of string, and is carefully making cat's cradles.

Subdued. But not quite so withdrawn as she has been.

There's a new -- well, old and well-worn, really -- poncho hanging on a hook in her closet.

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She's shaking her head, back and forth and back and forth.

Softly, "That's not how it goes."

Swallows.

"Gotta go. It's reciprocal. She can do it."

"River --!"

It's fury now, fury over a suffocating tangle of fear for her. With an effort, he forces his voice down into something approaching a level tone.

"You're not going. I absolutely forbid it."

She stiffens, staring at him, and then her eyes narrow.

"Can't." Soft and simple, and definite.

She's well into her own muddle of fear and fury and stubbornness, and the likeness in their faces is showing clearly as their gazes clash.

"If I have to sedate you before we leave --"

She flinches, sudden hurt shifting quickly to more anger.

"You're trying to scare her. Won't do it. Think she'll be fooled."

He opens his mouth to deny it, to threaten something worse, something bad enough to frighten her into crying off.

And stops.

(You're on your own. I will not come for you.)

She's still glowering up at him.

"Won't work."

And of course it won't. Of course it won't. It didn't work when their father tried it, either.

Oh. Oh, Dad.

Simon's shoulders bow, and he slowly folds back down to sit beside her on the bed.

"There's no way I can talk you out of it. Is there."

She wilts, a little, against him.

"I promised."

No. He can't.

His fear for her gives one last convulsive heave, and then lies still; not gone, but for the moment defeated.

Simon reaches out and gathers River into a hug.

"Be careful, meimei."

Her arms go around his neck, and she clings.

Just because she's determined doesn't mean she's not terrified.

He rocks her, just slightly, back and forth.

"I'll be there."

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