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[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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