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 April grasped the taser, holding it in sweaty hands, well out of Lauren’s reach as she stared the woman down. Lauren, with her quiet, nervous air. Lauren, who’d faded into the background so well April hadn’t been able to believe she could do something like this until well after Niels and Ana had been secure in their assertions. 

 How could she have been so foolish, so [i]trusting[/i]? 

 The answer to that one was easy, settled in her gut before she’d even had chance to ask the question. Lauren had been scared, they all had, but Lauren had been [i]scared[/i]. Fear was an easy emotion to trust, it seemed.

 That hadn’t changed. April took in the sight of their teammate, cowering in the corner of her quarters, babbling on. She realised she wasn’t mad at [i]her[/i]. No. If anything she felt sorry for Lauren. She remembered the video. Jerry telling them that the organisers had [i]known[/i] Lauren was unstable. That she wasn’t fit to be out here, alone, for months on end. It was enough to drive anyone to extremes. 

 She realised she’d been pointing the snatched taser at Lauren, and she lowered it, slowly, as she addressed her, [color=a187be]“None of us want to hurt you Lauren,”[/color] April said, careful to keep her voice low and soothing,[color=a187be] “but we can’t just let you go, you know that, right?”[/color] she bit her lip. Where did they go from here? [color=a187be]“Just tell us why you did it Lauren. What happened?” [/color]

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