[It’s familiar yet not, the way he holds himself. Certainly nothing Aubrey’s seen from Omori yet, even when he was (played at, dreamed of being?) vulnerable.

[He can’t get rid of her. A concession. There’s no satisfaction in it, really; it’s just true.]

Omori… [Still a bit strange, on her tongue.] I know we’re not friends, you and me. And I won’t push you to be, if you don’t want that.

You never asked me to leave Sunny alone, and you’re right that now I won’t… not as long as he wants me there. I just…

[Is she talking too much? It’s too late.]

I want to help.

[Keep him safe.]

Both of you.