Unreality [DawnsLight]

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Flinne couldn't get enough of the view he had. Aria's pose made each and every delectable curve of her figure on excellent display. Her lips and tongue against his flesh heightened the sensation of arousal, and when one of her diminutive hands rose to grasp his girth, he shuddered, and his hips went rigid. He adored the way Aria felt against him, in every possible way, and this particular way was a significantly new experience.

His cheeks went hot, and his legs tensed, and relaxed. The way his lover's nails scored his thigh lightly only made an intriguing contrast between pain and pleasure. Luminous green gaze was locked to Aria's face, as she attended his arousal. When she moaned around his stiffness, he gasped again, his hands tightening on her bare shoulders gently.

He was somewhat surprised when the woman's mouth slid from him, although the flick of tongue to tip at the end gave him a jolt of pleasant surprise. His heart hammered in his chest. The stroking wasn't stopping, and he was glad for it, but a more rational piece of his mind told him that his lover needed satisfaction as much as he did. A hand rose from her shoulder, to cradle her cheek softly.

"I want you," He breathed. She felt so <i>good</i>. In every way. But as lovely as her mouth felt, she was too far away to be kissed, and he sorely missed kissing her.
 
Aria nuzzled her cheek against Flinne's rough palm, placing a soft kiss on the mound of his thumb. The expression on his face set her heart racing; the tenderness in those unique eyes and the flush of color across his cheeks was perhaps one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Somewhat reluctantly she released him and rose to her knees as he was, a gentle smile on her face. When her lover gave voice to his desire, she moved closer, pressing her lithe olive body to his lean-muscled form.

"You have me," she sighed against his cheek, trailing petal-soft lips across his jaw before drawing his own into a slow kiss. Aria reveled in the sensation of Flinne's body; the way his angles were made to compliment her curves and how the two fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. She rested her hands against his chest for support as she balanced on the bed, fingertips trailing over the subtle ripple of his muscles of their own accord.

Lips parting from his if for only a moment, she looked into Flinne's face as though she were trying to memorize its every detail. Now that he was here with her, in the flesh and out of her dreams, she couldn't imagine a day without him. Heart fluttering in her throat, she twined her fingers with his. Aria ached to tell him just how she felt, but all the words seemed wrong for the moment somehow. She contented herself with pressing another kiss to her lover's mouth before she lay back, coaxing him with her with a gentle tug to their linked hands and tender desire in her eyes.
 
Flinne reveled in the sensations of his lover. The way her smooth cheek felt like satin against his digits. The way the swell of her breasts brushed so softly against his chest. The way her lips traveled across his face, to meet his own. When they were pressed flush against one another once again, he didn't want to get any farther away than he needed to.

Flinne wanted to tell her -needed to tell her- how he felt. But he already had. And he certainly didn't want to pressure her into reciprocating the words, if they weren't there to be said. His concerns flitted across his mind, although they were chased away rapidly by the come-hither stare his lover gave him. The tug on their intertwined hands made him smile, and he sank to the bed atop Aria once again.

The hand unbound by Aria's own slid along to her lovely, olive thigh as his knee pressed to the bed between her own. "And you have me." He promised, his body aching to rejoin with his lover's. He hadn't had time to shave before all the tests, so when his lips moved in to travel across Aria's throat, the scruff of his stubble brushed against her jaw. Even as he kissed her, that hand on Aria's thigh began to make the journey up her thigh.
 
Aria sighed and arched beneath Flinne, closing her eyes as she lost herself in the sensation of his proximity. His lips against her throat, the subtle rasp of that much-beloved stubble, had her breathing a low moan against his ear. She didn't believe that she could ever tire of his loving attention, and the weighted words he spoke against her skin hinted that she could put that theory to the test. Overtaken by emotion, she chose, and steeled herself in order to make her confession. She gave his hand, still twined with hers, a gentle squeeze.

"Flinne, I-" Aria's words were cut off by a little gasp of surprise as the large, calloused hand of her lover began to trail its way up her thigh. Half-lidded hazel eyes regarded him while her free hand tangled itself in his brown curls. Her muscles tensed in anticipation of just where that wandering hand was headed, the thought sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

He felt amazing there above her, so very masculine; Aria breathed deeply, trailing her hand from the tangle of his hair down to grip Flinne's shoulder. She whimpered, biting her lip and not daring rush him.
 
Absorbed in the sensations of his lover's flesh, Flinne let his hand travel upwards. And upwards. His hand kept right on caressing Aria until it met the joining of her supple thighs, his fingers spiriting dexterously across and along the Dreamer's sensitive flesh. Her gasp had him smiling against her throat, and the hand in his hair drew his luminous green gaze up from the perfectly olive skin of his lover's collarbone, up to those hazel eyes he loved so dearly.

She'd been about to speak, he thought. Or at least there had been more to his name than just a whimper of anticipation. His lust-addled brain was slow in shifting gears, and it was a few moments more still, with fingers working, and his breaths washing warm over Aria's face before it struck him to encourage the rest of whatever his lover had been about to say out into the world.

His hand slowed, and his face rose to touch Aria's own. Brow to brow, and nose-to-nose, he smiled. This way, she filled his eyes. The universe was periphery, and Aria was his world. He liked that idea. "Yes?" He whispered.
 
"Yes," Aria breathed the word as Flinne's handsome face rested against her own, the higher functions of her thinking momentarily cut off by her lover's gentle attentions. Her world became bathed in emerald, and she couldn't remember a time when it had been so beautiful as it was now. Flinne's smile drew one of her own, dreamy and pouting before she kissed him once more. Her tongue ran along the sweet edge of his lip, tasting of him before meeting his in a fleeting dance.

She found that she had to break contact shortly, turning her head to cry out softly against his stubbled cheek. Aria's body rocked with small tremors, drawn from her by Flinne's rough fingers as they parted her delicate folds and stroked the sensitive knot of her womanhood. Hands tightening where they held him, both at his shoulder and their joined hands, she moaned low and wanton as her hips rose to meet his probing hand.

Pure sensation flooded her mind, and once more his name became a whispered litany. Shapely hips began a slow roll in time to the movement of Flinne's fingers, whimpers replacing his name on her lips when words became too much. Kissing him again, chest heaving as she struggled to draw breath against the weight of her need, she was able to sigh her last coherent plea against his lips.

"Please."
 
Flinne shivered when she tightened her hands around him. He liked the way she moved when he was pleasing her. The way she gasped, and the way her muscles tensed. Lips met lips, and tongue met tongue, before both moved away from one another as pleasure jolted his lover into a cry of ecstasy. The cry turned into a moan, and the moan -in turn- his name.

Flinne would have moved mountains just then, if that's what needed to happen to sate his ladylove's appetite. The mumbled plea against his mouth was all he needed for a sign, and he pushed himself up on his knees. Though he remained bent over his lover, kissing and fondling affectionately as he had been, his hand removed itself from her sensitive folds before shifting to grasp his own eager stiffness. "As you wish,"

It wasn't long then, until he pressed his hips in once again. When they were as close as two humans could physically be once more, he paused. The all-encompassing warmth was a heavansend, and he was awed by just how wonderful it felt to be a part of someone else so completely. The moment of awe-inspiring bliss passed, although it left a hearty glow in it's wake. Flinne's now-free hand drew away from his groin, to slide down Aria's thigh, to her knee, urging it upwards. He began to pull himself out again, although more quickly than the first time they'd made love.
 
Stars burst before Aria's eyes as Flinne entered her; she cried out hoarsely while she clung to him, feeling his own body go rigid in her arms for just a moment. Squeezing his hand tenderly, a dreamy smile on her face, she kissed him sweetly in that moment that they joined. She watched his eyes widen, the brilliant emerald of them shooting fire into her soul in such a way she thought her heart would burst. She was glad of her pause earlier; a confession of love voiced during sex just seemed wrong. Meaningless. Too many incoherent things were whispered in the grip of passion and he deserved to know that she was sincere.

Acquiescing to her lover's gentle coaxing, Aria brought her leg up to wrap around Flinne's slim hips, pressing him to her. Her grip on his hips tightened, lithe muscles straining as she lifted her hips from the bed to meet his thrusts, whimpering softly in her delight. His rhythm was faster than the sensual pace of their last coupling, but she found herself lost in the new sensation. Each firm movement against her- into her- was like bolt through her taught body. Each time she met him. Each time she cried out, urging him on.

As they moved together a slick sheen of sweat began to cover Aria's olive-toned body, her breath coming quick and ragged as her fingertips dug into the flesh of her lover's shoulder. She was fascinated with the way Flinne moved; toned muscles knotting under his skin, his own breathing and the focus written across his face as he made love to her. She couldn't fathom being this close to anyone else but Flinne, wanted no other but him, and this thought lent a new passion to her complimentary movements beneath him.

Aria captured her survivor's lips once more, trailing a searing trail from the corner of his mouth and along his jaw, raking gentle teeth over his throat. Soft whimpers punctuated each draw and press of her lover into her body's center as she rolled against him, lost in the sublime sensation of the two of them moving together in time.
 
Flinne could scarcely think beyond the sea of sensation rolling over him. The smooth, slick sensation of his lover's leg encircling hip as they writhed together, a single seething, pulsing organism. It was all hot breaths, and hotter moans. Quick gasps, and lusty growls as Flinne's own body began to shine with a layer of clean perspiration. With the hand that wasn't grasped in Aria's own, he gripped her hip firmly.

The coupling was something more visceral, more <i>animal</i> than it had been the first time, but traces of the tenderness that Flinne seemed to embody in regards to his dreamer were there. The heat of Aria's body was reflected, and redoubled by the Survivor's own. A thrill ran down his spine, all the way to his toes for every brush of lips-to-flesh. For each hungry whimper of his lover's voice.

He closed his eyes, and let the sensations of her skin sliding along his own, <i>around</i> his own, to fill his mind. She filled his senses. The touch of her. Her scent. Her sounds. The very image of her, filled his mind. The taste of her kiss lingered on his lips, and he wanted more. More of all of it. This woman that he so adored, that had pulled him from the very precipice of madness, she had become his everything.

His heart sang, as his pleasure pulsed, and grew.
 
Finally unclasping her hand from her lover's as wave after wave of sensation washed over her, Aria gripped the comforter on either side of herself. A high, drawn-out cry ripped from her throat while Flinne continued that maddening stroke. She could feel his own heart pounding in his chest and against hers as sweat-slicked body rolled against sweat-slicked body.

It did indeed seem that animal instinct had taken over. Bared teeth accompanied growls of carnal hunger as Aria's nails raked the fabric of the bedclothes. Flinne seemed to be made to fit her- to fill her in such a way that was extremely satisfying all the while making her crave more of him. Untangling her long, lovely legs from about his hips, she placed them on either side of her beloved, raising herself on the balls of her feet. Nearly on tip-toe she angled her hips against him, into him.

Aria's toned olive body shook under the strain of sensation that this new angle brought about. Flinne's member hit all the right spots, plunging deeper within his lover as Aria arched against him. She whimpered, high and keening, biting her lip once more. Not that she had had many lovers, but she could not recall any that held a candle to the tender passion Flinne showed her, any who felt as good as he did or seemed to lose himself in her as completely as he did. And she in turn was utterly lost in him. Aria adored her Survivor, pure and simple. Whether this reality continued to exist or unraveled at their feet, she wanted no one else until the day she died.

Her lover's movements drove her ever higher, teetering on that sweet razor's edge of control and abandon. Much more of this, and she was going to fall.
 
Flinne felt Aria's hand slip from his own, sweaty as it was, and he pressed his freshly freed palm into the bedsheets. He let lips and teeth pepper his lover's throat in lovebites, only the occasional nip pressing firmly enough to leave a mark on Aria's oh-so-delectable complexion. Body writhed against body as Flinne felt the nails of his partner score his back. He didn't mind the sting. Much the opposite, it sang counterpoint to the pleasure building steadily in his groin.

The shift of Aria's feet to the mattress, and the hoist of her hips against his own brought a new sensation to the game, and Flinne's own poise shifted. He hunched his back, and dragged the hand that he'd pressed so briefly to the bedspread to Aria's other hip. It was there that his calloused fingers found purchase, and the intense, feralistic lovemaking was coming to a head.

His face hovered just short of Aria's exotically olive bosom, his nips -much softer than they'd been at her throat- dropping to the flesh of her breasts. One nipple after the other, his lips began to curve upwards in a haze of joy, and mounting anticipation. He felt as if he could read her body. Read her needs. She was close, and he could settle for nothing short of nirvana for the most important part of his new world.

He was going to make her sing her joy, and damned be anybody that didn't care to listen.
 
Flinne's raking teeth across her flesh, the trail of tender lovebites like breadcrumbs should he need to find his way back to her throat from her breasts, brought sharp hisses of exquisite pain from Aria. Against the backdrop of the pleasure rolling through her body they only added to the wash of sensation. When he did reach her breasts, the pressure of teeth giving way to the insistent pull of lips and the flicker of tongue over her hardened nipples. Crying out, she rolled against his body in response, thighs trembling as they strained to keep her aloft under the weight of such attention.

She could feel his lips curl up in a smile as he lavished her with attention. She had no time to reflect on this, however, when the movement of Flinne's hips increased both in speed and strength. It was too much; Aria was already teetering on the edge and the intensity of her lover's movement drove her over with force. Her hips snapped to his, as she arches, body jerking as she was swept in the grip of her climax.

Aria held tightly to Flinne, indeed singing her pleasure for any and all to hear. Shivering with each wave of bliss breaking over her, she whispered her need for him against his shoulder even as her nails once again traced lines in his pale back. But she wasn't finished; Aria needed Flinne's release. Voice hoarse with her own cries of passion, she begged him for it.
 
True enough, the heated, panting, pleading noises of his lover sang in his mind. The thrill of her desire for him made their coupling all the more intense, as Flinne felt her climax around him. It was Eden, wrapped in a beautiful olive-skinned package. It was all the sunsets in the world bound into a swelling joy in the pit of his stomach. It was very simply, <i>perfect.</i>

Time seemed to crystallize into stillness as the Survivor's mind kicked into overdrive. His own pleasure paused at the peak of his climax. His breath hitched in his chest, and his body went taut with the strain of holding back his release. Tick-tick-tick went the frozen tableaux.

Then it all came crashing down. Pleasure washed over the man, like an ocean wave in a storm. His release sang into the waiting warmth of his lover's body, and stars burst in the man's vision. He was rigid for as long as it took him to come down from his ecstasy, and only then did his eyes seem to refocus. Slowly, his mind was returning to itself.

Gentle and slow, he pulled his lips from Aria's breast, and his hands from her hips. He slowly began to disengage, as a smile slid across his face. It would be a difficult thing to find a man more pleased with his life.
 
Arching against her lover as he tensed, the warmth of his spent passion spreading through her own body, Aria shivered. Her breathing was returning to normal as Flinne untangled himself from her, she aiding him as best she could in her drowsy afterglow. A funny smile quirked her lips.

She soon found herself curled against him; those strong arms holding her there in sublime comfort while she listened to the hammering of his heart begin to steadily slow. She hadn't forgotten what she wanted- needed- to say to him. Pulling herself up on one elbow, the Dreamer smiled down at her Survivor. She looked beautifully touseled: glossy dark hair in a wild mess while her body still glowed dully with the sheen of their lovemaking. She placed soft kisses against his chest, his rough jaw, his eyelids.

"Flinne... I've wanted to tell you," She paused, biting her bottom lip in that certain way of hers once more. "I was afraid to. We've only had each other for a little while, and it all seems to be going so fast. But it's honest. I'm sincere." For a fleeting moment, Aria was afraid he might reject her. In the face of what they were doing, would he let someone that close again after what had happened to his other lover? If she didn't tell him, might she never get another chance. Worry flitted across her face in company with these insecurities. Taking a breath, she looked into those beloved emerald eyes.

"I love you, Flinne."
 
Flinne was all ready to curl up and murmur sweet nothings into his lover's ear, when Aria set to kissing him. He smiled, and let his eyes drift closed, ready to drift into a peacefully exhausted, and slightly sloppy slumber, when she began to speak. His eyes slid open just slightly, slivers of radiant green set in his handsome face. As she went on, he opened them wider, pushing himself up onto an elbow. He wouldn't have her think that her words were lost in the after-sex haze that tended to swamp the minds of men after the fact.

He knew what was coming, and his heart sped. She was going to say it. <i>It.</i> The thing that Maxine had never been able to say. Had hated him for saying.

It hit Flinne like a hammer to the skull, and he felt as if time had stopped. And then she said it. <i>Say something. Make it romantic. Eloquent. Don't just stare like some poleaxed cow!</i> "Wow..." He said, eloquently. "Me too." <i>Way to go, Casanova.</i> His inner voice sniped, and he colored. "I mean, I love you too Aria. More than the world."

<i>And I'll let it burn before I'll let the Unreality have you.</i> The force of the thought shocked him, somewhat. Pushing his dark musings aside, he smiled at his lover, a hand rising to cradle her sex-tousled head. "I wish I were better with words."
 
The absolute lack of finesse with which Flinne accepted and returned her confession was more reassuring to Aria than any display of confident eloquence could have been. She had experienced that before; a lover accepting and firing back a reply as if both were simply what was expected but just enough inflection in the voice to make them seem meaningful. The Survivor's slightly awkward return, and the surprise in his eyes warmed Aria's heart immensely and everything felt right.

She chuckled and kissed the palm of her beloved's large hand. "You're perfect."

She kissed him slowly, deeply and sank back down to the bed to lay her head upon his shoulder. The smile on her face just wouldn't go away.

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After a short catnap, Aria slipped as quietly and gently as she could from Flinne's arms. Pausing to watch him for just a moment- he looked to peaceful when he was asleep- the smile returned to her lips. As much as she wanted to linger, her body was insistent and she padded across the room still in the buff toward the hotel bathroom. Pausing by the desk, she checked her phone on impulse. Maybe Madeline had some more results from Flinne's testing?

The lighted display flared to life in the dim room and Aria stared until the screen went black once more. She punched the button again, just to make sure that she was correct.

6 Missed Calls, 3 Voicemail Messages, 12 New Text Messages

Rushing back to the bed- nature be damned- Aria tried to wake her lover as gently as her excitement would allow. "Flinne. Flinne, honey, wake up. I'm sorry, but it's important. I think they found something."
 
Flinne made a pleased sound in the back of his throat when his lover kissed him, and sank to the bed once again. Sleep was slow in coming, but he didn't mind. His mind reeled, and his heart thundered in his chest. She <i>loved</i> him. The world was going to be okay. It <i>had</i> to be okay.

It was with that thought, that sleep found him.

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Come morning, Flinne was sound asleep. He was safe and secure, and in an oh-so-soft bed. He still wasn't used to beds. The sound of his name roused him immediately, but words were absent the urgent ring of imminent danger. That meant he didn't roll right out of bed, lunging for the nearest bludgeon. Instead, he gave his head a shake, and pushed himself up onto an elbow. He blinked a time or two as the gears of his mind began to engage.

They'd found something. <i>They'd found something?</i> "Mmm," He groaned, muzzily. "Did they say what it is?" He murmured, as he swung his legs out over the bed. He bent to snatch his underthings once again, to pull them on in the sort of graceless hop that he always used. "And are we needed now, or can we get a shower? Mmmmm, I hope we get a shower first."
 
Admitting somewhat sheepishly that she hadn't listened to or looked at any of the messages she had received, Aria smiled apologetically, "I thought you would want to know first thing. Sorry." Thinking for a moment and glancing at the time, Aria raised dark brows suggestively. "They've waited this long to hear from us, I don't see what difference the time it takes to get a shower would make. We'll listen to the messages after."

Sitting on the bed wrapped in fluffy hotel towels, satisfied smile still playing on her lips from the shower with Flinne. They had washed one another this time around and had taken longer and wasted quite a bit more water than she had really thought they would. The end of the world could wait as far as she was concerned; they loved each other and everything besides seemed small in comparison.

The text messages had been varying degrees of "answer the phone", and no real help in gleaning just what had happened. A sharp pang of anxiety was cold in Aria's stomach at the thought. She glanced at Flinne, biting her bottom lip in the tell-tale sign of nerves, as her finger hovered above the first message. The phone was set on speaker mode so they both might listen.

At some silent signal, Aria pressed play and Jared's voice sounded throughout the room, somewhat tinny and far-sounding from the phone. "Hey Aria, Jared Moore calling. They've been running tests and have found something about the shadows and UV light. It seems to... look, this could turn into a long message if I try to explain here, so just call me back okay?" There was a muffled rustle before the sound cut out.

"I hope whatever it does is good... It looks like Maddy called after Jared." Aria murmured, pressing play.

"Hey girl! All finished running Flinne's results, and besides a little malnutrition and radioactivity he's healthy and normal." There was a pause; it sounded like Madeline shifted the phone before she resumed the message. "The changes to his DNA are interesting, part of why his eyes do that glowing thing. We should go for drinks later and talk about it. You and me, no boys!" Despite her tone, something seemed off. Aria frowned and played the next message without comment.

It was Jared again. "Haven't heard from you, thought I'd try again and give you an update. It seems there's this protein from jellyfish that also has an effect; it's something that makes them glow in the dark- look, biology isn't my thing, but if you'll call me I can fill you in. Please. It's important." He sounded excited and down all at the same time.

There were only three messages. The other three missed calls were all from Dr. Young. With a glance to Flinne, Aria was just about to speak when the phone went off in her hand. It was an incoming text from Dr. Young: OSU R&D, Suite 7C. Now. Reading it aloud she could only stare at her beloved, hope and confusion warring in her features.
 
Flinne smiled. A shower. That was another one of those things that he was going to get used to again.

As pleasant as the shower with his lover was, it had to come to an end. He had a towel slung about his own hips, and another smaller one draped across his shoulders, damp from the vigorous rub-down he'd given his damp brown hair. He gave his lover a reassuring smile and laid a comforting hand on her knee. He'd seen the end of a world. A few terse messages weren't going to shake him.

He could follow the messages when they played, for the most part, although the jellyfish proteins bit had him scratching his head somewhat. He leaned in when the phone buzzed another text, and he frowned. "That man will learn to watch his tone, or I'll have to re-educate him." He murmured, as he pushed himself to his feet. "C'mon. We've kept the eggheads waiting long enough." He gave Aria what he hoped was a reassuring smile, as he doffed his towel.

When he was once again in clean clothing, and they were on their way to the suite, he tucked his hands into his pockets. It was one of his own signs of nervousness, and rare. Not for the first time, he wished he'd had his rifle. "We're going to be okay." He said, although he wished he didn't sound as if he was trying to convince himself.
 
There were security checks and special badges were issued when they reached the research and development building on the outskirts of the OSU campus. There seemed to be a lot of activity going on around them as they made their way to suite 7C; people in lab coats and uniform rushing to and fro purposefully, sometimes running down the hallways at a jog or talking in urgent murmurs into cellphones. Aria glanced at Flinne, her brows arched questioningly, "Busy place. I wonder if this is normal or if it's to do with the shadow situation," Aria murmured to her beloved quietly.

They were held at the door to the suite until Jared could come fetch them and then usher them inside. He looked irritated. "Glad you two could show up. Must be nice to be able to run off and get a little-" The dark-skinned researcher paused and ran his hand over his close-cropped hair as he inhaled a steadying breath. "A little shut-eye. Sorry, there's been a lot going on and no one's slept all night. I really am glad to see you." Jared spoke the last more to Aria than to Flinne, and turned away quickly, leading them down a corridor into an observation room with a bank of monitors mounted along one wall. There were various views arrayed on the monitors in sharp detail: laboratories, both empty and was small groups performing experiments on the strange shadows; a still picture of the writhing mass in space they had glimpsed in the observatory; the live feed from Manhattan cut with feeds from other cities where the toadlike shadows remained crouched.

"We listened to the messages, what on earth did you guys find? Is it something good?" Aria asked hopefully, glancing at the monitors before turning back to their escort. "It was confusing... something about jellyfish?"

Jared nodded and strode over to the bank of monitors. "They've been testing anything and everything on these shadows, and I think that they've found something that works," He flashed a bright but tired smile. "It all has to do with light. UV light fades them, but doesn't get rid of them and for some reason the luminescent compounds found in jellyfish and fireflies affect absorption. They... they seem to be able to strip flesh and replenish themselves. It's really creepy."

Aria spun to look at the door as the clack of heels announced the arrival of a woman: Madeline strode into the room, clipboard in hand, and seemed to stop short when she saw Flinne and Aria. With a little scowl, she continued: "My hunch was right, the results are.... They're amazing. The mutation seems to be just right. It's uncanny," She trailed off, turning to Flinne. "I don't know how you came to be here, but you're key in all of this. We're going to need another blood sample. A large one."
 
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