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[river_meimei]

River's alone in her cell again. She usually is.

Except the cameras. Those are always there, little electronic eyes and ears in the walls. And guards outside, and more to watch the security feed.

River knows the ways of cages.

She's shackled, wrist and ankle, and lying curled under her bunk. Her eyes are glazed. The sedative they gave her hours ago is wearing off enough that she's only half-asleep, floating in a hazy stupor. Someone will be in soon to give her food, and someone else to dope her again afterwards.

But not yet.

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[river_meimei]

She's always there.

Sometimes that's harder to remember than other times.

River tries a smile. It's wobbly, and teary, and twists and trembles away from her. But it's something like a smile, because -- even here, even now -- the Lady can get one.

"Always do."

"Ontological."

Everything in this room looks insubstantial next to a face white as starlight and eyes black as space.

[locks_it_up]

She'd tell her what she told her littlest brother, that everyone knows everything, really, but that might be a little much for her to deal with right now. And besides. She doesn't have that big a mouth.

"Like the wind, my girl."

She smiles back.

It'll be okay.

[river_meimei]

And when Death smiles at you, that lopsided loving smile, with her fingers cool on your brow...

Well.

River's smile gets a little firmer, a little surer, even as another tear spills over.

[locks_it_up]

Cool fingers brush the tear away.

"Hush now, you."

And look! There is beeping of River's nose. Complete with sound effects.

[river_meimei]

River watches Death's finger move towards her nose, with a dull bleary surprise.

A slow blink, and then another, as she tries to keep her eyes focused on Death.

And then -- delayed reaction -- she ducks her head a fraction against the cool floor, and breathes out in the kind of silent laugh that's half a sob.

But only half.