This ain't about all the friends you made but the graffiti they write on your grave [post T6]

[chiseler]

[There were way, way too many things to process during this trial. It had worn him out both mentally and physically and that would have been enough. It's what happened after the votes were tallied that really ran them all through the ringer.

Who the fuck would have suspected aliens? …well, that's not true. Luke had wondered about what else was on the ship. After finding Todd's body and the blood in the vents, he'd wondered if they were really alone.

Elizabeth hadn't deserved this. Rhys…okay well. That's a subject he's not going to touch but Elizabeth's situation had hit a couple of hot button issues for him. Namely…being bodily possessed and forced to hurt and kill people she considered a friend while not having any control what-so-ever and then her body almost being completely destroyed. So that was fun for the whole family. The alien itself was pretty damn horrifying, too, but he hadn't thought to stick around after it was killed and they were freed from the conference room. Marinette and Jason had seen to Elizabeth to tend her wounds and Luke and Adam had absconded.

Later in the evening though…he sought her out. He had questions to ask, theories to test, but more importantly…he understood. He understood that she was probably freaked the fuck out by what had happened and if he's honest he's a little concerned about her. It's not really his place. They're not close or anything, but she's always been generally kind and cooperative. It's the least he could do. It takes him a little bit to find where she's been moved, but when he turns up he's alone.]

…know you're probably tired of seeing everybody, but got time for one more visit? [He skews his expression into one of vague hopefulness and also concern, but his eyes are studying her closely. The one thing is though he's not afraid of her. Small blessings, maybe.]

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[brooches]

[ She's so tired and now she knows why. Her body, her shell, was not her own for a large portion of her time her. She doesn't know when. She doesn't know how. All she knew is that with her two hands, she killed countless people and hurt people she truly cared for.

Yet... people worried. Yes, she knows the looks - the fear. The same way the people in Columbia looked at her. She wasn't to the point she was back then - proud of scaring them in some sick redemption for her captivity. Elizabeth didn't like this one. When she feels helpless, but completely understanding of their feelings.

She was tended to, her vitals showing normal with whatever measuring they could do with the medbay in disarray. The person tending to her had left and she was just buttoning up her shirt by the time Luke came in. Good timing!!!

Her eyes lift, tired and heavy but she acknowledges him with a hoarse croak: ]

Come in.

[ She waves, very faintly and without much energy. ]

Did I - [ A beat. ] Did I hurt you in anyway too? I I did, I'm sorry -

[ She sound sincere, honestly going right to that before he even speaks. She's said sorry a lot today. ]