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I've been mostly keeping to myself since the arrival of Demetrius' body. I'd let people help me with burying him but after that, I'd disappeared. When I went out, it was at night to lessen the chance someone I knew saw me and even then, I made sure my trips were short.

Everything was such a mess. I didn't know how I was going to continue living here with what I'd done. Being back in Serra meant I could at least try and atone for what I'd done by helping Laia and Darin. But, I was here now, here with people that I'd tried not to care about (and did anyway). Separation and disconnection was the only way I could see to keep them safe.

I, of course, hadn't told them that.

The sun was just starting to set on another day of me keeping to myself inside my apartment. I'd taken to trying to use the appliances in my kitchen since I was isolating myself so much. I'd only burned a few things though one of those things had just been burned so the smell of smoke and charred food was wafting through my apartment.

I'd opened my windows, letting the warm air in and taken a seat on sofa with a book. I'd been doing this a lot recently too, trying to absorb the history of a place that had shaken me so much. I wanted to know why and what and how. The books weren't providing much but I continued on because I needed to do something to fill up the time that I now had.

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It's not in her nature to sidestep. She's never bothered messing around with that kind of thing before, and she doesn't know why exactly she's started to let it happen now. Maybe it's because she likes him and she hasn't wanted to like anyone since Finn. It had felt like a betrayal before, but it's been over a year since she watched him die and she needs to move on. She wants to move on, and Elias has the kind of face (and arms, and chest, and everything) that is all the more encouraging.

When he's not pushing her away.

He's been through hell this month, she knows that, but she's decided that enough is enough. She wants to be able to help him and she can't do that if he's going to keep shoving her to arm's length. His friend has been buried and Raven is hoping that maybe some of the pain might have been buried with him, but she's not convinced that's going to be the case. She hasn't heard from him in the week or so since the body arrived, but she hadn't expected to. He needed time, she knows she would too, but she thinks she's given him that. Now, she wants the cards laid out on the table, and she wants to know what's going on.

Raven can't imagine he'd be anywhere else but his apartment, so she knocks on the door, half expecting him not to answer.