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Sick with guilt, Nomi realized her mistake - too late, of course. Because now Parker was leaving, actually making for the door.[break][break]
It wasn't about treason. It had never even really been about Rocket.[break][break]
But she couldn't say what it was really about because her mouth had stopped working, her throat had stopped working, her brain had stopped working. She couldn't confess to feelings she didn't understand, and the question of whether or not Parker reciprocated said feelings was only muddied further by the weary way the Grunt offered to leave. Parker could have stormed out, but she didn't. Somehow, this slow agonized release was far worse than the slam of an office door ever could have been, and that was confusing. It was all so infuriatingly stupidly horribly confusing.[break][break]
"Parker," Nomi pleaded, the other woman's name the start of an apology. "They might - " interrogate you. But she stopped herself, losing steam. What more could really be said about this? Nomi's grave was deep enough already.[break][break]
So she let Parker go, collapsing into her office chair with an anguished sound as the office door clicked shut. She buried her face in her arms, cradled against the sticky desk, the Unown-K and Valerian closing in on her like worried parents. Then she began to sob, utterly dismantled by a fight she had never wanted to have and wished more than anything she could take back.

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