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She's not entirely sure, anymore, how long it's been.

She hopes, when she thinks to hope, that she hasn't gone over her own self-imposed limits yet.

Most times, it doesn't seem to matter much.

Why do you fear me?

"I... don't. I fear what you'd do."

No, it is more than that, or I would not be so seperate from you. We are the same.

"No. I am not you."

Same and different, different and same. It wouldn't have happened, if it wasn't so

"You... you don't... care. About others."

Is this so bad? You are tired, you are beaten, and this is all due to your care for others.

"... I am tired."

I can take care of things, for a while. Until you are stronger.

"I can't. You'll hurt people."

It does not matter. Someone must be in control, and you are weakening, sister.

"I'm not giving up."

... I can wait. I am patient.

Ace leans against one clean white wall, staring up at the equally blank ceiling.

"I'm not goin' t'win this one, am I?"