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The past cannot be changed. That much I know, but how do you steer the future toward the path you were once on? Is it possible without losing everything you have in the present?

-Marian

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[ She gets a questioning look in return -- one of surprise but then he looks down, nodding once, with a soft smile on his face. The crown gets taken from her. ]

As you wish. I take it you landed safely on your feet then?

[ When he takes it, her grip on it makes it obvious that she's a little hesitant, but she's still doing it. Everything happened so quickly earlier that day. It was settling in now, as she gave things up and tried to figure out what to do with what she had. She was a little nervous, but she managed to let go of it. ]

As safe as one can be here.

[ He gives an understanding now and pockets the crown. ]

It's going to be difficult now but the right thing always is.

Why are you still standing beside me?

[ She'd expected to lose most everyone. Jefferson of all people was someone who she really just had used to get things that she wanted. Part of the means to an end crowd and she'd thought he knew it. Anastasia was grateful for it, but she wasn't sure she trusted it. She'd learned not to trust others. ]

I don't discriminate.

[ He gestures at her ] And just between you and me, I'd rather stand next to someone who was out for love than power.

I'm sure you are one of the few I know here who will share that sentiment.

[ She does have her concerns about certain individuals whose names are synonymous with "lil shits." ]

I doubt they one's that don't share would cross you.

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If they try I'm afraid Will may have to deal with being a little cross with me for a short while.

[ Just because she isn't going to wear red anymore doesn't mean that her temper is going to dissipate right away, even if she feels much better. ]

I'm sure he'll get over it.

He's going to have to. I love him but I'm not going to let a couple of children walk all over me either.

[ Children are not what you should call your friends(ish) Ana... ]

How many children are you dealing with?

At least two who might have difficulty adjusting.

[ The other people she talks to might think it's strange, but she figures they won't fight it at least. ]

Delinquents, huh? I'm sure they'll adjust eventually.

And if I don't like the way they adjust?

Take away their toys.

[ A smile pulls to her lips then, clearly satisfied with such an idea. ]

That can be arranged.

So there you have it. You're not going to have any problems with the children.

Not for long anyway.

Are you going to be nice to the kids now though? You know. Otherwise.

Unless they misbehave. I am turning over a new leaf, darling.

Good good. I'm sure everyone that isn't a homicidal maniac will appreciate it.

We are in a prison full of them.

[ Nevermind that she doesn't really dislike the homicide thing. It's sort of exciting when it's not happening to her. ]

I'm under the impression a lot of them aren't actually all that vicious.

I get the impression that half are and half are playing coy.

Which half?

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