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[badgersandjam.livejournal.com]

The moment Carin’s gaze slid over Rea with no second of acknowledgment was the moment it happened.  The door turned gold, and Rea knew once again that she didn’t exist.  She walked forward, the weight of the motley pledge sitting almost unacknowledged where her heart should have been. 

She blinked.  She carried Carin to the van, to bed, and stood in the corner, waiting.  She had never counted Carin as one of the fragile ones.   She had been wrong with that as with so many things.  She watched Aria burst in with a kind of detached interest rather than with the stalker’s eye she’d had before.

She stood, charred bark renewing itself rapidly.  She’d asked an artist—she couldn't place the name now, but it tasted of metal—to draw a picture of her, to see if other people could see her as Carin said he’d seen her.  She had been intending to use it either as a proof of her argument or as a study tool, if Carin had been right.  But she didn’t need it now.  Carin himself had proved it.

She knew what she was.

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[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Bad Carin! Bad bad man!

On a random note, I realized at the last game how terribly unhealthy Rosie's relationship with Carin is. I also realized how our entire motley seems like a weird little cult of personality at times. It's not a good thing!

[badgersandjam.livejournal.com]

Well, he was essentially gentry at the time. And James says one doesn't notice good servants...Which is not necessarily an excuse.

Until this point, I think Rea has possibly (one of) the healthiest relationship(s) with Carin. She's not afraid to haul off and hit him, or call him a fruitbat.