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[starlight_devil]

Who: Nanoha, Fate, Holy Hell it's Precia.
What: Good cop, bad cop. Nanoha escorts Fate to her appointment with Ingram.
Where: Central HQ.
When: Saturday evening.
Rating: PG or thereabouts (Rating a military interrogation G seems kinda wrong). for Precia being her batshit self.

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[is_this_fate]

Fate Testarossa didn't have much to do down there. It was quite a relief, actually, when the pale haired man came and she found out they'd let her borrow books. Unsure of what to get, she asked for a compilation of short stories.

Still, right now, she was between stories, resting her eyes, wondering when her Mother would finally come for her, when she heard steps down the quiet hall.

She leaned to the side a bit, not wanting to be too eager, but at the same time hopeful they were the steps of who she thought it was, and as she came just barely into view, there was...

[is_this_fate]

... a momentary smile...

[is_this_fate]

... before Fate caught herself and turned aside, the collar of her cape hiding her pleased expression long enough for her to suppress it in some odd sort of composure.

[starlight_devil]

Nanoha got halfway through a return smile before she remembered why she was here.

Quietly, she unlocked the cell door and stepped in.

"Fate..."