Saturday morning, the gym

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Dinah's clothes were back! Her clothes were back! Wooo! All of them!

... which meant she'd have to give Arthur back his shirt. Sometime soon.

Right. Time to go work out some frustration on a punching bag.

Dinah dialed up the Crystal Method, and let loose on the bag.

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"Intellectually? I suppose." Triela shrugged. "But there's no emotional force there. Besides, I'd be dead if it weren't for the Agency. Pretty horribly dead. I'm not sure how upset I'd be even if I weren't pumped full of drugs."

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There was no way in any dimension or universe that Dinah was ever touching Triela without gloves or something else in the way. Not ever. She did not want to chance knowing what was going on inside her first-hand.

"Okay," Dinah whispered. "Just wanted to be sure." She cleared her throat, wishing Barbara were there, again. She took a minute to finish unwinding the wrappings on her fingers, then carefully put them away. Honesty seemed to be called for, but what was she supposed to say?

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"Sometimes," Triela's voice was uncharacteristically quiet, "I forget how odd it is. It's all I know, you know?"

"I guess it's all pretty disturbing."

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Dinah looked over at the other girl, and nodded, wishing she knew what to say. "Yeah. It is." She frowned, hand clenching on the bag. "It makes me angry, that they did that to you. And that they're asking you to..." She took a breath. "Tell me if I got this wrong, but: you're asked to kill people sometimes. Yes?"

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"Most of the time," Triela confirmed. "You probably don't want details."

Because four years is plenty of time to rack up the bodies.

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"Yeah. Probably not." Knowing all that wouldn't help Triela. Or change it. Dinah frowned, thinking again, and said, "And the other girls, the ones you try to look after? They all do this too. And... they're younger than you?"

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"Yeah. And someone's gotta watch out for them."

She grinned. "And I'm the most responsible."

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If she knew Triela better, this would make her cry. But she didn't. It just left Dinah with the sort of sick horror that Guy's death had.

"Yeah." Dinah managed a smile at that. "I'd do anything for my sisters too."

Change the subject. Say something. "So. What day was Girls With Guns club?"

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"Tuesdays after classes. In the range." Triela grinned. "I've got some extra guns if you need to borrow one."

She had a lot of guns.

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"Cool." Dinah took a deep breath. "Thanks. You'll probably see me there next week."

And maybe by Tuesday, she'd have a better idea of how to talk to Triela, without giving away how much she made Dinah afraid for her.

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"I hope to." Triela grinned. "Good luck with the bag."