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[ It's a lot of information, some of it harder to swallow than the rest. Nobody wants to make a monster of a survivor— but sometimes, forces conspire to do it for us. ]

I'll keep it as contained as I can. But yes, it's worth looking into.

[holyposition]

Look at Shauna. But be careful doing it.

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[ Shauna. The most volatile amongst them. The only one Ren had nothing nice or neutral to say about. ]

Is there else anything I need to know about her? Or any of them?

[ Before he starts disturbing the nest. ]

[holyposition]

She has...romantic entanglements with a couple of the other girls. Jackie and Melissa. She got Melissa while they were out there. I think it was an accident. But it might still be a sore spot.

And also Saber. But I think it was just sex.

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I haven't examined the state of the wounds yet, but do you think she has the strength for decapitation?

[holyposition]

She's tougher than the average teenage girl. I think she could, but I couldn't tell you how cleanly.

[rehandle]

Ok. Thank you. I'll be in touch if I find anything related.

[ Then, remembering where this started - ]

Koby was going have Set give me a copy of his notes, if anything happened. He and I were collaborating. Would you honor that? [ Now they're both gone. ] I can show you the message if you need proof.

[holyposition]

It's mostly public information and his theories about the poisoning. He wrote in them that you already know.

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Tim. I won't make you copy it out, or give it away, but I'd like to see them. Do you have time later this afternoon?

[ Koby had felt the need to let him know they existed, that the information in them might help if he wasn't around to give it himself. Stephen doesn't need the copy - he'll memorise it. ]

Please.

[holyposition]

[ There's a pause. Taking a breath to just calm down, to clutch Koby's notebook closer to his chest, fight the kneejerk, emotional urge to keep this small part of him for himself. Koby's always extended himself too far.

Eventually, the pause is to ask Harry and Quentin if they mind company. ]

You can come see them, but they don't leave.

[rehandle]

Thank you. I'll be by when I'm done here.

[ Here unspecified, but inevitably grisly. It's uncomfortable, but not unusual, to find himself comparatively steady in the eye of everyone else's grief - spared the worst of it by virtue of having so few close ties to break. ]