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[It's been quiet, since the gas leak. She hasn't heard anything about any progress being made on narrowing down the list of who might have done it, but it isn't like she can hold it against the people who had promised to look into it, as frustrating as it might be. Too much on the Barge goes unnoticed, unpunished, and it's a waste of time and energy to

But lately, it feels as though most of what she's doing here is a waste of time and energy. She's restless and bored, and has been for some time. The only reason she's still here is because of James, and as much as she loves him (and she does, she absolutely does), she just... can't be here indefinitely. Can't be here for another month, at this point.

She brings it up after he's been out of the infirmary for a while, after dinner when they're on the couch with some wine. She's got her head on his shoulder, her legs tucked up on the cushion, and for a long moment, she's almost reluctant to say anything at all because she doesn't want to walk away from this, not for a second time.

It comes out anyway.]

I've been doing some thinking.

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[Vesper's in her room, sitting at a desk, and looks as put together and professional as usual.

She doesn't waste time with memories, or explaining what the ship has done for her, or how she feels about leaving. That's no one's business but her own]

I'm leaving. [And she's not expecting there to be a lot of sad feelings about this. It's not as if she's gone out of her way to make friends here, so it doesn't especially bother her.] For good, hopefully. I've been here for well over a year now, and I think it's important to realize when you've spent as much time here as you can.

[This isn't running away. It's choosing to build a life for herself outside of this place, something she hadn't had when she first arrived here.

She smiles a little wryly when she thinks of how to conclude this, this incredibly strange second chance she'd been given.]

It's been... an experience.

[Private to Cassel]

[There's one person apart from James that she's especially sad about leaving behind, and in many ways, this is a lot harder than telling her - she still doesn't have a term she likes to describe their relationship, and she's not sure she ever really will - boyfriend.

It's ridiculous to think of Cassel as a son for so many reasons, but she's stopped trying to question her feelings of responsibility for the teenager a long time ago, and they're making it difficult to be really comfortable with saying goodbye.]

Where are you planning on going, once you've finished with the Barge?

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I'm not planning on going anywhere.

[There's a pit in his stomach. He doesn't feel well. But this happens, doesn't it? This is how it's going to be. He might as well get used to it.]

Well, [And she's not certain if this will help, or hurt, or if he'll even want to take her up on this sort of an offer in the first place.] You know you're more than welcome to visit, or stay, if you want.

[She means it. Their world might not have much exotic to offer compared to some of the others represented here, but it can be home, if he wants it.]

[He looks sideways at the camera, at her; a little suspicious, despite everything.]

Yeah. People say that.

James said he blew up his stupid house.

We're getting a flat.

[Which he hopefully won't blow up.]

Please don't be upset with me.

You're leaving. I'm upset.

But I get it. It's not everybody's home.

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It was a pleasure working with you, even if it was brief.

Thank you again for your help. I appreciate it.

Not at all. I'll, ah-- keep an eye on your beau if you need it done.

Thank you for the offer, but I feel like I should warn you that he's terrible at being looked after no matter how many people are keeping an eye on him.

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Sad to see you go, but the time comes for all of us.

We'll loses a valuable teacher and warden. Good luck at home, Vesper.

Thank you. Good luck on the Barge.

[Somehow she feels like you might need it more than she does. 8(]

Thanks. Just one more deal, then I'm doing my own packing.

Have a good life, Vesper.

You too. I hope the next one goes smoothly for you.

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[His thoughts have been occupied elsewhere. With solid proof in his hands - proof he covered up as neatly as can be, on the Barge - that he has Esther to blame for his most recent near miss, Bond has been turning his mind to a way to end it. In the real world, it would be violent and swift, because he knows more than one way to deal with a body. Even and overly small one. Here, it's different. There can be no dumping her over the side, not unless he wants to risk a crash. And he really, really doesn't.

Blinking when Vesper speaks up, James looks down at her as he turns the stem of the wine glass between his fingers.]

About?

[Well, if that isn't a contrasting thought process, I don't know what is.

Still, she's more or less oblivious, wrapped up in her own thoughts and decision. She knows it's for the best, even if it's sort of difficult to just bite down and say it.]

What I'm doing here. [That's easy enough, but actually coming out with I'm bored, and I think I'd like to go home is more difficult.

She stares at her glass for a moment or two, trying to find a good place to start beyond what she's already said.] I haven't been assigned an inmate in months.

[He doesn't still, or go rigid beside her. His arm stays wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers still trail lightly over her shoulder. The thing about living together this long, about really knowing each other this long, is that she doesn't have to find a place to start.

James pauses long enough to take a drink, letting the wine settle in his mouth, coat his tongue before swallowing.]

You want to go home?

[It helps. Makes her feel a little less guilty for wanting it, even if there's a part of her that thinks he might want her gone, too. There's no question about which would be safer, going home or staying here, and while death isn't permanent, she certainly knows how difficult it is to see someone you love hurt.

She takes the time to appreciate his warmth, the smell of his cologne, the fact that they're both here and alive and more or less comfortable and safe, especially because she doesn't know how much longer she's going to have all that.]

I think so.