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[deshabille]

spam } anya

[Mal goes to Anya first. Of course she goes to Anya first. Pietro, she thinks, would want her to know first - would want her to hold the news for a while before anyone else did.]

[She tracks her down in the library and stands with her legs braced apart, fingers tapping on her hips. There is an edge about her; she is doing her utmost to hover in frustration, rather than head straight into bloody rage.]

Anya.

private } erik

Pietro's gone. Thought you might like to know.

private } barbara

We need to speak in person.

public } voice

Pietro Maximoff has left the Barge. For good, it seems like.

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[fridgetothefire]

[She nods slowly, accepting on his behalf, in some strange way.]

Who are you angry at?

[Softly, not looking at Mal, not giving any particular indication of why she wants to know, or whether she suspects any particular answer.]

[deshabille]

The Admiral.

[Her answer is instantaneous and deeply impotent. Because he is as close to a god as she can see in this place; because he is he ultimate authority and therefore corrupt by necessity; because he is faceless and because of the choices he made, because he took her friend away (whether Pietro would term them such or not, she doesn't very much care), she is angry with the Admiral. She hates him.]

[This is no secret, not really, but her eyes narrow anyway.]

Why?

[fridgetothefire]

Just curious. Sometimes loss makes people irrational.

[It's maybe 10% projection. The rest is just a life with Magneto.]

[deshabille]

[She puts her head on one side, shakes it ever so slightly.]

Often. Not currently.

Are you irrational, Anya? [She feels such responsibility even now. A distant sort - she's never been, never will be parental material, so maybe it's best that-- but responsibility nevertheless. The sort forged of damage.]

[fridgetothefire]

Only a little.

Running away is what he does.

[But it's melancholy more than angry. She knows, she knows that isn't what happened. And yet.]

[deshabille]

[Hm. She smiles. Because it helps, and because it's such a patent lie, and because that's what she does, too. Or did. It's frustrating, their commonalities. More's the pity that he's gone.]

Running away is what a lot of people do. And a lot of people are very, very stupid.

[fridgetothefire]

I will admit to being somewhat jealous, the first time.

[Lightly, dryly. It's taken a lot, for her to do so. But the words are easy enough now.]