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Prisoner: We haven't fed Rhonda in days. It's safer, that way.</br>
First invitation out (Location): 'You'll regret it,' she warns me. But she doesn't use her knife, which means that it's not a rejection. </br>
Compatible Desire (no idea, reallyEvolution): FNORD Until now, it's never been quite clear just how desperately ill Rhonda is. But she presses up against my side, still clutching her knife like a good luck talisman. 'Just let me have this moment,' she rasps, 'And I won't bother you again.' </br>A Liasion: FNORD If anyone else touched her like this, they'd lose their hand. But when it comes to me, she couldn't be cuddlier. She buries her face into my neck to listen to my pulse, taking comfort in the proof that I still live. </br>
Victory Text: Even during the worst of her illness, she hates to leave my side. Sometimes I wonder if the only reason she clings on, day after day, is because she simply refuses to leave me without her support. </br>