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Considering we're actually in a nice place we should make the most of it. I'm shopping. Since I don't have my best friend it'd be nice to have someone else to shop with.

[ She means it nicer than it sounds, it's just a Lydia thing. Shopping is definitely more fun with others ]

Anyone can come. I'll text you the shop.

[ And she actually means anyone. She won't deprive someone of shopping, she'll just deal with the 'no killing' if she has to ]

action.

[ And now that she's sent the invitation out Lydia gets back to the task at hand: black boots or brown boots?

She'd been looking at the clothes a few moments before, and judging by the handful of coat hangers she's carrying it has been going well. Obviously. But now she just needs shoes to go with it ]

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What? You don't want freedom? Or to go off the barge?

Freedom is a lie and a farce, and there is nothing waiting for me off this barge.

And you know that for definite? You've done everything you can?

Why are you so bloody insistent?

Why have you given up?

Trying got me nowhere.

Then try a fresh start. You don't know anyone here, no one knows you. Do you have anything else to lose by trying it?

Everyone who sails knows me. And I will not trade my reputation in for any false start you have to offer. Not while I'm dead.

I don't know you. I'm pretty sure I could find a lot of other people here who don't either.

And I never said anything about your reputation.

You are no naval officer nor pirate.

But people who don't sail could have heard of you. I thought you had a reputation.

Sailors are notoriously superstitious and I live within the guise of superstition.

And how's that currently working out for you?

I am dead, girl. How do you think it's worked out?

Then shouldn't that tell you something? That what you did before didn't work, so you should change something?

I will change nothing because there is nothing I have to gain. You are a foolish child who hasn't the sense she was born with.

But at least I'm not stubborn- no, ignorant enough when someone wants to help. [ And she never used to be this bad either, to her opinion ]

Have you looked or tried every possibility that's there? Have you been everywhere? Talked to everyone? Found everything?

No man has, and I don't care to. You seem to have it in mind that I have an idea of prolonging my wretched existence.

[ And now she feels like she's getting a little honesty. Or something more than bickering ]

You actually want to die? Fully die.

I want to rest. And I want to see my enemies dead, but that dream was given up the moment I came here.

Barring that, I want to die.

Minus being here, you're dead. Why not... rest or just do nothing here?

This...this warden of mine. He has something that belongs t'me. He won't. He will not let it go.

What does he have?

My heart.

How does he have your heart?

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