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[Shit.

Shit. That fucker. He saw fit to drag her into this too, did he? Little prick. That's just fucking perfect, huh? That's exactly what he needs. Another Jay to dig up all his secrets.

He can't let this happen again.]

no idea.
sorry.

[He is definitely full of shit. Silly her, getting up her hopes that he might actually cooperate.]

You do understand that I need something to work with if I'm helping you, right? If you're going to play dumb you should have just said no from the start.

[Goddamn it George. He's doing this to protect people.]

alright fine.
whatever he said about an eyeless thing?

you need to leave it alone.
i don't mean that lightly.

[Thank fuck he's at least talking now. Even if he's telling her to leave it alone and that goes against her every journalistic impulse. Then again, so does investigating what his Mirror was so clearly trying to push her into investigating. It's possible she's just contrary.]

And what makes this different from all those other times you've told me to leave things alone?

Look.

there's a reason i don't tell you this stuff.
i wasn't lying when i said i knew someone like you.
he was really interested in getting his answers and it ended badly.
so just
don't

Please.

[It takes her a moment to respond. Partly because it's a hard call to make. He challenged her to quit and wasn't wrong when he pointed out it would be more of a challenge than giving up.

But... she never wanted to be a martyr, and as much as she wants to charge forward always without fear, she knows Tim's Mirror was setting her up. And it's not like she's the only person she has to worry about. She's not sure if Shaun would recover if he lost her again.]

Okay.

Thank you.

[For one of the few times in his life, he means it.]

Just promise me one thing.

If it becomes something that threatens more than just you, something we need to know about in order to fight, tell me. Or tell someone who isn't me, I don't care. Don't keep information that can save us to yourself.

[God. Promises. He doesn't do those, really. Mostly 'cause he's not usually in a position to keep them.]

i don't want it spreading to anyone else.
fine.

[She actually types out spreading? then deletes it. No. She's not investigating this. She said she wouldn't, and she means it.]

Thank you.

I'll let you know if your Mirror pulls any other crap.

alright.
and i'll let you know if he does anything else.

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