XDeonna: Bullet in the arm. Well, he right, nobody die a that. At least we know now.
Julia: I gather that's why he told me, although 'I have a plan' coming from Alain is less reassuring than he thinks.
Deonna: You talk to 'em about you ex?
Julia: ... Could you watch the shop for me while I check on Daphne? That Alex girl is not reliable, and it's just around the --
Deonna: So no.
Julia: ... sort of.
Deonna: It don't have to be Murdoch. Alain's a good listener even when he ain't tryin' to get in you pants. Savoy's a sweetie. Even Nik's not half bad.
Julia: It's not that. I suppose I'm just... afraid.
Deonna: Sent you to the doctors, did he?
Julia: He never hit me. He hit the walls. Or sometimes he'd get out his gun and say... but then afterwards he'd say he was joking, or just mad, and act like I was the one being crazy. And now I'm, what, supposed to trade one unpredictable, violent protector for a whole set of them? That's the best I can do? It's out of the frying pan, into the fire. Except the fire doesn't even like me much. I keep wishing... that I could disappear. That they'd all just leave me alone. But I suppose that's too much to ask.
Julia: I gather that's why he told me, although 'I have a plan' coming from Alain is less reassuring than he thinks.
Deonna: You talk to 'em about you ex?
Julia: ... Could you watch the shop for me while I check on Daphne? That Alex girl is not reliable, and it's just around the --
Deonna: So no.
Julia: ... sort of.
Deonna: It don't have to be Murdoch. Alain's a good listener even when he ain't tryin' to get in you pants. Savoy's a sweetie. Even Nik's not half bad.
Julia: It's not that. I suppose I'm just... afraid.
Deonna: Sent you to the doctors, did he?
Julia: He never hit me. He hit the walls. Or sometimes he'd get out his gun and say... but then afterwards he'd say he was joking, or just mad, and act like I was the one being crazy. And now I'm, what, supposed to trade one unpredictable, violent protector for a whole set of them? That's the best I can do? It's out of the frying pan, into the fire. Except the fire doesn't even like me much. I keep wishing... that I could disappear. That they'd all just leave me alone. But I suppose that's too much to ask.
When last we saw.... Deonna - Julia - Nash
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