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What do you think?

I think that that's not your style. You don't do sabotage. If you wanted to fuck with someone you'd just do it it head-on, no bullshit.

... I don't think you're even that mad about the study. Not really.

(She wasn't expecting this kind of answer and is quiet for a long moment in response, both mollified and riled, frowning. Wondering how she is supposed to reply to it.

Eventually, a grunt.)

What am I, then.

Pissed off and sad. 'Cause we lost somebody.

Even after all the shit we went through to get you all back.

(That's a pretty good assessment. There's a sigh, the sound of hands skimming down over a face. Then, a thumbnail pinging off of teeth. She feels too-seen, and is trying to decide if she's comfortable with it.

In an attempt to break the tension:) And 'cause Wysteria is being fucking annoying.

Yeah, she definitely does that.

[A slow, deep sigh.]

You're not wrong, though. About what you said about the experiments.

Yeah. I—yeah.

(She sounds a little surprised.)

Thanks.

You're welcome.

[It sounds a little awkward. Ellie didn't expect to be thanked for telling the truth.]

From what I can see, Derrica's overseeing stuff. But.

I dunno. I keep hearing Astarion and Fenris in my head. It's gonna go and go until all of a sudden, it goes too far.

(It's not because she's telling the truth, it's because she's telling it to Abby at all. She didn't have to.

With satisfaction:) Exactly. And I know they're going to be as careful as possible, but if something goes wrong that's—Benedict, with a hole in his face. And that would really piss him off!