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She looks around as she sips on bitter. She wants to reassure him that she knows that now and that she wants to take one day at a time becoming friends again. Reaching towards his head, she hesitates a little. But she continues until she reaches his hair, and messes it a little bit, before attempting to straighten it back, chuckling as she does. She gives him a comforting smile and sits back down in her seat.

“Shame on them, though. They’re not here to see that you’re owning up. Like Jean said, stuff happens that’s beyond our control. The least they can do is stop pinning that shit on you and own up to it. ”

She then thinks about how to answer that question. Oh boy. She’s not entirely sure how to break it down. 

“So, I’ve been friends with one of the seven demonic princes of hell for fifty-one years, and he found Rick Jones crawling out of the grave. He’s assuming that it’s the start of the apocalypse of the biblical type. So I’m here with Rick trying to figure out what the hell’s going with that noise,” She answers as she sips a cup of black bitter coffee. 

“But no, I never sold my soul in case you’re wondering.”

“Anyways, we think we found a lead here, but what about you two? You just here for the food or just want to talk? Think they got some apple stuff around here but I’m not entirely.”

“Oh yes indeed. ”

“Can we grab something to eat on the way though? I’m kinda hungry for cake now.”

When she stops thinking about those memories, she takes a breath and listens to what each of them says, calming down and considering their words. She thinks its a good goal, but it’s something she doesn’t want her doing by herself. Regardless, she’ll consider helping after she figures out the whole apocalypse thing with Rick. 

“I’ve been known by a lot of names. Hellblade and Magpie have been the two I’ve had to carry for a while, with both good and bad memories attached to them. Recently I’ve been just... Dana, and I like that I’m Dana now.  I think I’m ok with that.”

Turning over to John, and her features soften, almost regretful.

“Honestly? I don’t hate you... I’ve only hated at least what, two people,” She says as she keeps her hand in the empty as she thinks about Vito, the one who killed Tommy as a hit. Lincoln, who betrayed her, in the end. She quickly puts those thoughts away, so as to stay to her words. 

“I don’t hate you though no matter how much I want to. I felt frustrated because I wasn’t getting through to you. I was scared because I was afraid that you were going to become the one thing I’ve been so scared of my whole life...And I was sad because I thought you were in a place I couldn’t find you like you weren’t there anymore.”

“I had to leave because it was causing all those memories to come flooding back, and I realized it wasn’t healthy for me to even be there, it wasn’t a good situation for me. Looking back, maybe I shouldn’t have left in the way I did, but I didn’t know what else I could. I was running out of things to try and I was losing my sanity over this.”

“I wanted us to be friends, was I wrong in doing so? You tell me, I still don’t know.”

“Alrighty then.”

“Lead the way.”

“Ok, all that sounds--,” She was cut off by the sudden hug. She was surprised, and she realized how much she missed it. The emotion, the closeness, all of the things that made someone feel better were all that she staved off. Everything about that hug, made her realize how starving she was of that simple affection. She hugged her back, then slowly pulls away and she nods.

“Yep, that’s you alright,” She mumbled as she smiled. Watching her disappear into the smoke she’s known very well. But that disappears and is replaced with confusion.

“Wait, Searebro? Who named that? What is that? What have they been up to since I was gone?”

She shakes off the thought and turns to John, “So anyway, see you around maybe?”