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[It's true to form that Beverly would make an audio post, but she definitely sounds miserable. Maybe more miserable than she has in a long time, and that's with the whole demon thing last month.]

Aaron and Eric are gone. I just came over for dinner and...

[And they're gone.]

First Jason and now this. Why does everyone keep leaving?!

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Beverly, come over. Then I'd like you to tell me all about them, if you'd wish.

[Sansa's words are soft, comforting. She remembered wanting to speak, to anyone who would listen, when she heard about her mother and brother. When she saw her father. She'd wanted to kick and scream and yell and cry and have someone recognize the pain she was in. But she hadn't dared let her facade slip. She had kept a careful mask, letting everyone think she was stupid for being so loyal and passive.

Surely, a woman like Beverly (for she was a woman, by Westerosi standards, barely younger than Sansa had been when she was first married) had crafted a similar mask. Most women like them did.

She could offer her a place where she could set that mask down, if only for a moment.]

I have a new wine I'm sure you'd enjoy.

In a little bit. I want to wait. Wait and see if they come back!

I could come over if you prefer? We could wait together.

Okay. I don't wanna leave. I don't want the Sphere to send their stuff to the abandoned domes.

Alright. I'm on my way, sweetling.

[An appropriate amount of time later, there was a knock at the door. Sansa, with a bottle of wine.]

[Bev is just kinda sitting in the middle of the dome, with her back against the couch and with her arms wrapped around her legs.]

Come in.

[Hearing her voice sound from within, Sansa lets herself into the dome. Carefully lifting her skirts, she hurries over to Beverly, coming to sit next to her. She pulls two glasses she'd found that reminded her of goblets from her bag, followed by the rose Sansa'd come to enjoy.]

We don't have to speak, if you don't want to. [She sets about pouring them each a large glass.] But I'd like you to know I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere.

[Bev just picks up the glass, but she only cups it between her fingers rather than taking a sip of it or anything like that. She wants to believe Sansa. She wants and she wants and she wants but...]

That's what they said too.

And they meant it.

[Gingerly, she puts a hand on Beverly's back.]

Just as I do. I don't believe for one moment they willingly left this place.

I know they didn't.

[And Bev does know. She knows that there are people that Aaron would go back for, but she also knows:]

They wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

No, they wouldn’t.

You’ll keep them here, in your memories and stories, I hope. In that way they won’t truly be gone.

[Bev doesn't normally cry. She's not really that much of a cryer. Normally when it comes to emotion, she defaults to anger. But right here and now, she lets out a small sob.]

Oh, sweetling, [she coos, pulling the younger girl against her in a gentle hug. Her grasp is loose enough that if Beverly wishes to escape it, it was easy.] Cry as much as you want.

[If it was most other people, Bev would have pulled away, but because Sansa left the grip loose enough, she lets herself cry for another few minutes before she just breathes softly.]

I hate this.

It's an awful feeling.

[She sat there, holding Beverly as much as the girl would allow, offering her shoulder, and her heart.]

How did you meet them? [She tilts her head slightly, looking at the other girl with a warm smile.]

I met them here. They were concerned that I wasn't gonna be eating. It took me a while, but they adopted me kind of. Fed me every other night. Well, most every other night. They always made sure I was okay. When bad things happened they worried and stuff.

It's got to be so lovely, having someone near you worry about you.

[She'd forgotten that feeling until she'd been reunited with Theon.] To feel so loved and cared for. [Especially by men that were of no threat to her.]

[Bev just nods and she sniffles a bit.]

A lot of people do here. More than I ever expected.

It's tragic. A girl like you should be well loved and cared for at home.

[She'd seen what Beverly's home life had been like. She reaches for her glass of wine and takes a small sip.]

You are worthy of all the love you've found here. And more.

I don’t want to go home. I know I have to, but I don’t want too. I love my friends but I don’t wanna lose the people here.

But they keep leaving.

We all must go home some day. And when we do, we'll be leaving so much behind- at home, my boyfriend's body is dust. [Her heart ached with that thought every day, even as she lay by his side.]

Perhaps... there is a way that you could stay. [She couldn't stay. Sansa had a country to run, her home needed her. But perhaps people could choose to remain here.] Have you asked the Sphere?

I can’t stay. I have to go home and stop Pennywise in twenty-seven years.

Beverly, do you know how long twenty-seven years is?

I'm twenty one. You have lifetimes ahead of you.

Yeah, I know. But the longer I stay I think it'll be harder to leave.

[Quietly:]

I think if it wasn't for the Sphere and the memories, I'd be forgetting about things in Derry.

Simply from time?