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[ It's going to be the middle of the night when this video pops up on the network here. There's a redhead in bed, looking exhausted and ~~like she might have been crying~~ like she probably needs some serious sleep as she rubs a hand over her face, fingers brushing through her long red hair in some attempt to get it out of her face. The room's a little dark but it's not impossible to see her thanks to a night light being on nearby. ]

Hi...

[ So not awkward. ]

I know people leave-- get ported out, whatever you want to call, all the time.

[ There's a pause as she rests her chin in her palm and glances off to the side, thinking. ]

It kinda sucks, right? But I mean... if they go back to where they're from, then it's a good thing, right?

[ She looks back to the camera, lips pursed, trying to smile a little. ]

Are you ever happy or I guess... glad when someone goes back and isn't here anymore? I don't really mean someone you hate or whatever but... someone you're close to. It's good they go back, right?

[ She's sounding as though she needs reassurance on that and smiles a little again before she decides to shut this off. ]

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[ That seems to concern, maybe even upset Jean a little to think and she glances down for a moment before she looks back up to the girl... to Abigail. Because they've spoken before, even if briefly and so Jean's not sure whether or not she should ask but... ]

Were you... a prisoner?

[Abigail looks down.]

I was in hiding. Before that I was in a hospital. And before that, I was with my father. I felt like a prisoner with him.

[She looks up again slowly.]

I was never in jail or prison though.

But you felt like you were in one?

[ At least, it's what Jean gathers just from Abigail's looks alone. ]

I'm sorry.

[Abigail gives a very small nod and speaks quietly.]

Thank you.

I can see why you wouldn't want to go back.

[ She can't really say she would want to either if she were in Abigail's position. ]