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[ooc: he's not aware they're up. The first one is both memories up to 7:13, and then the second one is up to 5:19]

[There's a long, breathless silence on her end. Because although she hoped she wouldn't have to see Jadis again, she knew that wouldn't be likely in a place like this. She could swear her shoulder is throbbing with the memory.

And it isn't fair for anyone to have this curse in particular, showing this much of themselves. Bloody City. So, as quietly and evenly as she can make it.]

Edmund.

Ginny?

You've...

[A pause.]

You're cursed, if you don't know.

...what do you mean?

[It's through her past friendship with Edmund that she knows what she's seen is all true. Still, bit awkward.]

I think your memories are on the network. Of Narnia, I expect.

Memories --

Just a moment.

[He's pressing buttons and then]

Bloody-

How do I get these off?

Edited 2010-11-13 21:55 (UTC)

If someone's sussed out how to get rid of things we don't want on the network, they've not shared it with the lot of us.

I tried not to see all of it.

Fantastic.

Sorry. This isn't your fault.

No, that'll be the sodding deities themselves, wouldn't it. I understand, though; I've had my memories shared with the City before. Not always like this, but, well.

D'you...

[A breath.]

Are you alright?

I'm not thrilled about this, but...

It's not like any of this is some great secret, anymore.

I'd be worried if you were, mate. The chances of keeping much anything a secret around here are pretty thin on the ground, I reckon.

It wasn't like that.

Beg pardon?

Nevermind.

... Not a secret here or there, you mean.

It's just not something to talk about.

No, of course. Sorry. I just...

It's familiar. I mean, I understand a bit more than you might think. Though that's awful to say, I suppose.

What do you mean?

[Now the question is, does she carry on like she doesn't know more than what's been shown? Probably best. But her response hints at a further knowledge, maybe.]

I've met someone rather like her in my world, when I was younger.

[pause]

Oh.

People like that, they're...

[She trails off, uncertain, then simply sighs.]

They're good at all that. Tricking people. Being their friend to get something.

Ginny, you don't need to help me manage what happened with Jadis. I dealt with this a long time ago.

[And then a pause on her end. Then some sound, almost dismissive and sheepish all at once.]

I know you did. I know. Sometimes I forget. She's just a right piece of work, is all.

She was, that.

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