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Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday Afternoon]

There wasn't much to do in his room. Weekends were nice but they could be kind of boring if he left himself think about it. So, he'd gamely foregone another nap to come down to the common room and prop himself up on one of the chairs.

If he was gonna be bored, he could do it where there was some form of entertainment. There was television, potato chips and that was all he really needed to cure some of his boredom.

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"I didn't think you would," he said, shrugging. "I just like cats and dogs better. That's all. I don't think horses are gonna kill me."

"I don't believe I've ever spent any time around cats or dogs," she admitted. "Well, I hadn't spent time around horses either until the other day."

"Admittedly, the only pet I had as a kid was a rock," he said and laughed. "Didn't really have the money to keep a pet."

"The priests frowned on anything frivolous that would take one away from studying the word of Uquar or learning everything one could about the Wider Times," Helen said a little darkly. "I mostly made due with spiders and rats. Though none were really what you could call pets. They were just there and they made me feel less lonely."

"Well, if they helped, then I'm sure you can call them pets in some way, shape, or form," Hannibal said. "Pets tend to make people feel better."

She smiled at him. "Aren't pets supposed to stay with you, though? These didn't. They just... were sometimes there. But they did make me feel better. Jamie always used to -"

"Eh... doesn't matter."

"I don't think there's a set definition of a pet," Hannibal said. "Jamie a friend?"

"Is. Was. The only one I ever really had," Helen said. "He's bound now though, to always wander the worlds, never stopping, never aging. So that we can all be free."

"He sounds noble, at least," Hannibal said.

She nodded. "But he was just a boy. He shouldn't have had to lose everything like that."

"And sometimes shit happens," Hannibal said. "We don't like it but it happens so we just deal with it and hope it doesn't happen again. Life is a bitch sometimes."

"We killed them all," she said almost proudly. "Or nearly so. They won't be back. But just in case... Jamie is there."

"At least he has a purpose?" Hannibal said.

"Which is more than I have," she agreed. "Yes. And he chose it."

"You're getting an education," Hannibal reminded her. "That's a purpose."

"You are very kind," she said, "and I am not kind at all. It is a... stopgap here, which I am trying to make the best of. But it will all be fine, I'm sure."

"You don't gotta be kind to be liked," he said. "Most people prefer honesty."

"Honesty is not a problem for me," she admitted a little ruefully.

"There's no rule that says you gotta sugar coat things so everyone likes you," he replied.

"It might be nicer to have friends. But..." she shrugged. "It seems not to be my way. I'll make do with the spiders and rats."

"What, you don't think you have friends here?" Hannibal asked.

She shrugged again, trying to cover her unease. "There are people I know and am friendly with, but... no. Not really. I don't seem to have the knack, it seems."

"What constitutes a friend to you then?" he asked.

"Someone... someone you can laugh and joke with," she said hesitantly. "Someone you can talk freely with. Someone you can go to if you are having a difficult time and they make you feel better."

"And you don't think you could with anyone here?" Hannibal asked.

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