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[versusnurture]

Who: ??? (but secretly abigail) (BUT WHO) & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: P....ossibly but I'm not sure where yet!
When: 12/8, early morning

I can't find a listing of ships counselors. I know they exist, I just need a list. And I need to know which ones are actually reliable. Personal experience rather than conjecture preferred but not requisite.

[And that . . . appears to be all.]

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[steeledskin]

We can't all do.

[versusnurture]

[Oh.]

That's true. I'm sorry. I didn't used to be able to do, but now I am, so sometimes I forget. But I shouldn't.

[steeledskin]

-- What changed?

[versusnurture]

A few things. I killed the man who hurt me most, but that's a doing thing and probably not a helpful answer for you.

I found people to help me. That was the biggest change. And I worked hard to stop being afraid of help. I'm most of the way there now, but it's still hard sometimes. A lot of the time.

[steeledskin]

[ it's no good. sansa watched the boy-king who'd hurt her the most as he fell and writhed in his own drool -- dying, dead, and gone. and (in effect) because of her. she'd done nothing, but she'd carried the weapon. she'd been a catspaw.

and in the end, she only feels more despair. and baelish's voice, asking here whether she dared risk more blood on her hands...? ]

You must be so relieved to be so strong, now.

[versusnurture]

So you don't think that would work for you.

[steeledskin]

Death does not end my misery. Not anyone's.

[ death merely compounds it. exacerbates it. ]

And there are none here who can help me.

[versusnurture]

Death ends the misery of the living if the person killed is a killer.

What would help you? Do you know?

[steeledskin]

My father. He would help me.

[versusnurture]

Oh.

Mine wouldn't.

Um, what would help you about him?

[steeledskin]

He was just and wise. And I learned to love his virtues far too late.

[versusnurture]

He died?

[steeledskin]

Murdered.