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“He planned it all,” Bex finished bitterly. “He planned Trin’s latest job, planned the miscommunication that made me think they’d been kidnapped, led me to him, then to the cyber sect, and probably tipped us off to the police, which got me trapped in an iron closet for gods-know-how-long—“

Her voice breaks. Oliver’s eyes widen a fraction, and he leads her to a long couch and helps her sit down.

“Please, have a seat,” He says to Kanon and Runa. “You’ve had an exhausting few hours, it seems.”

Bex tries to summon her illusion again, but nothing happens. She sighs. “Y’know, fuck this, my arm is tired.” She lets her hand drop from her face, exposing the scars again, and glares at Oliver, daring him to ask about them.

“I know what happened, Bex, I was there,” Oliver sounds tired, and he sits down in a chair across from her. “I’m not going to say anything.”

“You just did.”