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[makeitwork]

[Private to Sara]

It's been four days.

[An hour later, with no response, he tries again.]

Time's up, tick tock. Get me out of here.

[More time passes, still nothing.]

Sara.

[BUNCH OF NOTHING akjnfkajsndfa]

[Now public]

My dear, lovely Warden seems to have forgotten her duties. For shame.

Let me out of here. [Someone, anyone, he doesn't care] Now.

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[makeitwork]

[He's actually surprised that she's there. Since Sara sounded like she had no idea who he'd heard it from, and well. He hadn't ratted her out either.

Jefferson leans against the bars, staring at her. She looks... more off than usual.]

Neither did I.

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[youwillgotohell]

[And that's with serious effort, because she was a mess the first hour or three she was in here. Now, she's just pale, and unsettled, and hiding the rest.]

How did she know?

[backdated spam]

[makeitwork]

[Spoiler alert, Morgana: You aren't hiding it that well from him.

He shrugs.]

She asked if I knew about it before it happened. Didn't get around to telling her all of it.

[backdated spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[She's not crying in the corner okay, that's progress.]

I didn't expect them to discover it. [She never does though, so. After a moment, she leans her shoulder against the bars, standing in profile, eyes on the wall.] I'm sorry.

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[makeitwork]

[Hatter rolls his eyes, in a way that says he gathered that much. That she didn't expect them to be discovered, he doesn't really... care either way about her apology.]

For what?

[backdated spam]

[youwillgotohell]

You're here.

[She says it like it's obvious, because come on Jefferson, when your plan gets your ally thrown in a cage, you apologize. And she was never really the same, after the Queen of Hearts caught her.]

Was Sara affected? [She can only assume so, but it's something else to focus on.]

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[makeitwork]

[It's just another prison, Morgana. It doesn't really matter.]

Wasn't that part of the plan?

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[youwillgotohell]

[Prisons matter and they are awful.]

Was it bad? [She is trying to smile, or smirk, but it's there and gone.]

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[makeitwork]

She mentioned death tolls.

[backdated spam]

[youwillgotohell]

Good. [She starts pacing, glancing at him when she speaks again.]

Did she say how long you'd be here? [She really hopes he'll be here the full week, because being alone again would just. Be terrible. No one has come down, and she can't bring herself to post to the network yet.]

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[makeitwork]

Four days. [Watching her pace for a moment before he turns to go sit on his new bed.]

How much longer do you have?

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[youwillgotohell]

[She pauses for a moment, digging her fingers into her arms and ffffffuuuuuck.]

The w--[It actually comes out as a croak, and she has to clear her throat and try again.] The week.

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[makeitwork]

How'd they find you?

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[youwillgotohell]

I don't know. [Can she just laugh, it's a totally normal laugh, really no it's not] I didn't ask. Mozenrath just knew when he contacted me.

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[makeitwork]

[Jefferson hums in response to that.]

Maybe someone saw.

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[youwillgotohell]

Maybe we ought to find out. [Because she is totally okay with taking out how she's feeling right now on just about anyone else.]

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[makeitwork]

That'll have to wait, since we're stuck in here.

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[youwillgotohell]

[Getting a look for that, bro.] Are we? I hadn't noticed.