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There’s a clatter as the vial the Director was holding smashes on the ground.
Kravitz had given it to her. She didn’t know this man but she did at the same time. She shouldn’t trust him, he’s a Red Robe, Captain Davenport warned her about the other Red Robes, they had made the relics and he’s collecting them again because he can resist and keep them safe. But she knew that there were things, big, important things, that Davenport wasn't telling her. Things that had to do with her handwriting, and his ship, and her name. The vial held a liquid that very much resembled Voidfish ichor. This strange man knew about the Voidfish, and he called her by her static name. He promised the answers she wanted so badly. So she downed it before anyone could notice and stop her. She drank the Voidfish's tank water the first time because of how much she had trusted Captain Davenport, and she drinks this one now because of how much she's doubting that trust. So she drinks, and she remembers.
Davenport turns to her, “Director, please listen, I-” no that’s not her name. Her name is Lucretia. Her name is Lucretia! And he took it from her. He took it from her and he took her- she clutches at her journal bag and takes a step back, not looking away- he took her journals! She wants to run, run to her room and check and see and make sure that they’re all there. That he didn’t keep taking. Check the dates and the numbers and the spines and make certain he hadn’t tampered with them. It would only take half as long as it should cause there was only one copy of each. There should be two. That’s her writing fidget, that’s how he made them forget twice that’s why her writing never felt official enough, there should be two. There should be two, there should be two-
She jerks her head up and looks at Lup, there should be two.