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[Elle sounds ever-so-slightly awkward, like she's confused about something.] Howie? I think... I think I remember some stuff. I mean, it's coming back. Can... can I talk to you?

[There's a big awkward pause here because she wants to say something to Peter but isn't sure what.]

That's it.

[ooc: THIS IS FAKE. She's only got a few of her memories back by this point.]

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[He nodded and contemplated asking a difficult question.] "Alright then... so what do you think of what you did in port now?"

[He wasn't going to let her out, but he might stop sending her pictures now. She still had to serve the time for murder, but there were probably some points he didn't need to press.]

[From what she'd read, and the few bits and pieces she was beginning to remember, she had to be honest with him. So... what would honest be if she really did care about him the way she thought she might've before she'd lost her memories of him?]

"I don't really feel bad, except that it made you upset," [she said quietly.] "But I know it wasn't right." [That felt really weird to say.]

[He nodded. That was about... what he expected of Elle right now. There were other questions he wanted to ask about that response, but they'd wait. This was a little more important.]

"And what do you think about your decision to kill me?"

"I'm really sorry," [she said quickly. That should feel really weird to say too, but for some reason it didn't much.]

"That's alright, Elle. I accept your apology and... Don't think it means I hate or resent you for it. It was wrong, yes, but... even if you hadn't remembered, and it had taken a long time to get you to that point... I'm not going to resent you for it." [He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck,] "Do you feel bad about that one, or... is it because you upset me?"

"I kinda feel bad about that one," [she said, realizing as it came out of her mouth that it was kinda true.]

[He nodded slowly, as that answer made sense to him,] "Good. So... what do you think has changed? Between who you were last week and who you are now?"

[He knew it was a massive question and wasn't expecting an immediate answer, because he didn't know all of it.]

"I don't know. I dunno. I'm not gonna... do stuff like that. Like, hurting people. I'll be good." [Hopefully that was what she was supposed to say.]

"I accept that. But I want you to think about what's changed, what's different, because it's... quite important."

[Long pause,] "Do you understand why I've got to leave you here until Sunday still? And you've still got to do the rest of the punishment I had planned?"

[Elle grabbed onto the bars.] "What? No, I promise I'll be good! I'm not like that anymore!" [Getting left here for two more days? That was going to suck. And whatever he had planned next was probably going to suck more. What was the point of doing all that reading if it wasn't even going to get her out of this?]

[He took a step back from the bars,] "Elle, you still chose to kill someone. I'll moderate the punishment next week, but a man is dead. I have to take that seriously, no matter of how much memory you have back or not. I know you won't do anything like that again, I trust it, but I want to be consistent in punishment. And this is the punishment for murder."

[Elle leaned towards him as much as the bars would allow and shifted her gaze to the floor.] "I don't like it in here," [she mumbled softly.]

[He did actually feel bad,] I know, Elle, it's not supposed to... I know this is a lot like places you've been in the past. But I can't let up on murder, especially when it's not even of someone on board. That man's permanently dead, you have to do some kind of penance for that.

[He pauses] Tomorrow morning. You'll be on cleaning duty for an extra day, but tomorrow morning.

[She clenched her jaw. A day early was better than on time, she supposed. It still sucked.] "I've been here almost two weeks out of the month already. Please?"

"Because you killed two people, Elle, that's why." [He sighed,] "I will come early, but I can't let you out now. It's unfair to the person you've killed."

[It would be different if it was a murder on the Barge, but Howie was taking this more personally than his own murder.]

[Elle sagged against the bars.] "Okay. Fine. Whatever."

"Alright, Elle." [He paused and had a look around the cell,] "Did you pick it up by reading back or... talking to someone, or what? Just curious for future reference."

"I dunno, it just started coming back." [She shrugged.]

"Out of nowhere? Did you at least try reading some things, like I suggested?" [At least, he thought he'd suggested this.]

"Like, one or two things. I didn't read all that much."

"Then try reading a little more. It might seriously help, in terms of remembering things." [He gave her a slight smile,] "I...I'll be back tomorrow morning, and will want to talk first thing Monday."

"Fine." [She didn't return the smile.]

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