day 7, mid-morning

[injectors]

[Last night had been a mess.

Her mind had been hazy as she went to sleep in apartment 3, the bed uncomfortable under her back, but after she woke up — she realized something. A piece of knowledge slotting into place as if it had never been gone, and it may very well be more disturbing than the fact she had to kill Adam in cold blood the other night.

It keeps her distracted throughout breakfast with Jack and Rhys, and after the whole ordeal is over, she sets out to seek the one person she believes could understand the experience. After all, if Elizabeth had been telling the truth about her memories at the trial...

Well.

When she spots Elizabeth heading from her apartment to (presumably) the kitchen, she takes the opportunity to approach her.]

Excuse me — Elizabeth? [She's sure she must be busy, but...] ... I would like to talk, if that's alright.

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[tearable]

[ She's been on guard - especially after the past 24 hours were any indication. There's been a lot of trust given, a lot of things said and now? They were working with not only the staff but people who were getting gung-ho. Pointless kills for petty reasons - for reasons they were forced to make.

When Angel approaches her, Elizabeth stops in her tracks - looking to the girl with a slight gaze back and forth, seeing who might be seeing them talk. ]

..Angel. Right. Of course. Come with me.

[ And then, Elizabeth will usher them towards the kitchen - to the far back where there definitely wasn't anyone within earshot. She'd kneel down to a place she called safe a few nights ago - under the cabinet when she cried her eyes out after killing Luke. Where Bigby found her in an utter mess but... she doesn't know the girl that well to invite her to a cabinet.]

Everything alright?

[injectors]

[Back to the kitchen she goes, it seems. There may or may not be a bit of a burrito flavored mess staining some of the counters, but Angel doesn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she gives her surroundings a cursory glance, paranoia seeping into her bones and urging her to make sure they can't be overheard.

But as there is no one else... she nods, explaining herself.]

There's nothing wrong, if that's what you ask. But I wish to talk about what you mentioned last night. I want to talk about... our lost memories.

[Elizabeth had implied she remembered something after killing Luke, right? And now, Angel herself has gone through a similar process. It can't be a coincident.]

... I think you and I have experienced the same phenomenon. You remembered something after the previous execution, didn't you?

[tearable]

[ You guys need Jesus. Making this damn mess... ]

...Right. Right. [ She's been expecting it - hoping she could get a hold of her, actually. ] Something I'd like to have avoided, yes.

[ She looks uncomfortable, fumbling a bit before she finally cracks through her hesitance - ]

Lucky me, I'm suppose to be dead and the staff just thought it was peachy keen to take that from me.