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She is, for the moment, alone.
It's relaxing.
She could be set upon at any moment, of course, but as far as she knows there isn't a soul about for miles and miles and, frankly, it's nice not to have to worry about the intentions of every man within a city block. If something happens, it will, and there'll be nothing ambiguous about it.
"Mine doesn't affect my thoughts. But I--can't fight back. If a man is trying to--well."
"...wow. That's - I can't imagine the kind of person who'd think they could justify that."
"Yep," she says, lifting her head just enough to bonk it against the ground.
"He's a shitty ex to his other ex-girlfriends, too, but I'm the only one mortal enough for him to pull this shit."
"That doesn't even—I did things. I hurt people and now I can't hurt people anymore. This is—not that. My curse is outrageously excessive but... it stops me from committing horrible crimes, because I got caught committing horrible crimes. There's a logic to that. Yours is—" He can't seem to find the words to continue from there.
He reflects on this for a moment.
Then he says, "I don't think I like your ex very much."
"He sucks--" and then she delivers a series of vicious but untranslateable epithets.
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