<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari felt immensely relieved when Dumas said it wasn't her fault, all that her other self had done and said. Whatever she was doing that could put Mari herself in danger did not sound as scary as what she could do to others. Others didn't share a body with the bitch. She did, and she should have done about it long ago. But her fear had stopped her. And now others were paying for it.<br/><br/>"It is partially my fault. I should have dealt with her long ago. And she will <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">not</span></span> show up again. I don't care what I have to do, I will not let her show up again."<br/><br/>Naturally, Mari couldn't be sure that she could do something about this. Maybe if she was always paying attention. Who knew? There had to be a way. It was not possible that she would be attached to that evil bitch forever. She didn't mind if a doctor would have to wipe half of her memory. It would have to be done, if she wanted a real life. And she did, now.<br/><br/>"Okay. I want you there. There will probably be a lot of poking around, tests... all that. Just the thought makes me nervous, but... I'll feel better with you there." Her words were whispered close to Dumas' chest. Despite everything, she felt perfectly safe in his arms. Just as he had felt in her embrace, she felt like nothing could ever harm her as long as he was there, with his arms around her.<br/><br/>As Dumas set them both on the bed and pulled her close, Mari nodded. At the moment, they really needed to rest and regain their strength. But not before she could say something to him. "You're right. I just want you to know I will do everything I can to be the best possible... whatever you want me to be. I will never, ever, hurt you again. I promise, honey."</div>