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[head_downstairs]

[In the fabled center of Camp, there's a giant banner calling for your attention.

Need help with your anger issues? Join our counseling program!

Handcuffed to it, there's also a certain grumpy counselor who isn't looking particularly thrilled about this.

and it's snowing mistletoe]

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[a_natural]

[peering at the sign]

Counseling?

[westblockstory]

For people who think there's something wrong with getting angry.

[a_natural]

But anger is one of the brain's natural neurological responses.

[westblockstory]

That's funny, coming from a guy who spent sixteen years of his life being repressed.

[a_natural]

[makes a face]

I'm just repeating something I heard from Safu. She talks about that stuff all the time.

[westblockstory]

I guess that even if they stick to science, Number Six can't eradicate everything they'd like to.

[a_natural]

I'm proof of that, aren't I?

[westblockstory]

[reaching out, brushing his fingers through Sion's hair]

Hmm. I suppose you are.

[a_natural]

[his head tilts just slightly, leaning into Nezumi's fingers, although he doesn't seem to realize it]

It's not like I never felt anything. There were times when I . . .

[westblockstory]

[this is not unusual enough to register. petting him, playing with his bangs]

I never said you were unfeeling. If anything, you feel too much. But you buried anything that wasn't "right," didn't you?

[a_natural]

[nods, as much as he hates to admit it]

[westblockstory]

Then that's that. Even though I'm sure Number Six would have preferred you to be a completely unfeeling creature, in the end it hardly mattered.

[a_natural]

. . .

[westblockstory]

. . . [caresses his cheek]

It's not your fault. I blame that city.

[a_natural]

[touches his fingertips to the back of Nezumi's hand]

. . . Nezumi, what if I can't get in touch with my mom?

[westblockstory]

Don't worry. Your mama will believe that if she doesn't hear from my mice, it means everything's still normal.