Office Hours - We Could Be

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[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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[Faith sits for a moment in awkward silence, then reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small mug and metal bottle. Opening the bottle, she pours some steaming coffee into the mug before quietly sliding it across the desk to Shannon.]

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[ Shannon doesn't move or look up while Faith is preparing the mug, though when it's practically in front of her eyes, they raise slowly.

Without a word, she takes the mug. It's hot against her hands, but that's what she needs right now. ]

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[There's a long moment of silence, before Faith speaks very hesitantly, quietly.]

For. Whatever it is worth. Even if I am sorry it was for a purpose such as this. I am glad you have been given a second chance at life.

[Literally or not.]

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[ ... ]

A third chance.

My second was on the island.

[ And, while she's not about to fall into a sobbing mess over it again, it still hurts to think about leaving it behind. ]

2/2

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...Thanks.

I guess I'm glad to be alive.

[ Even though it feels...empty. Raw. ]