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At some point, Sam realized his slip up. She could tell by the muttering under his breath. But she couldn't really predict the dramatic response he had to the broken elevator. Ignoring each other was one thing, but trying to scramble out the emergency exit... The bitter reply slipped out her mouth before she could stop it.

"I see you're still abandoning people like normal." She snapped and simmered, glaring at the nearest wall. She didn't regret stabbing him now. Or ignoring him.

You know those "what would you do?" scenarios about being trapped in an elevator with someone you hate? Evelyn had heard a number of them, but never really considered how two people who avoided each other would ever end up in an elevator in the first place. Sure, maybe they had to go to the same floor, but one person could probably wait to get there. Or maybe someone was distracted and didn't realize who they were standing next to.

Or, in this case, maybe someone only had one good eye and apparently didn't look at his surroundings to know a white haired girl was already standing in said elevator before punching in his number and the door swung shut.

Evelyn probably could have bolted for the open door when she saw Sam coming, but that bordered on a level of immaturity she was trying to avoid. Ignoring the ice mutant for several months and pretending he was pretty much still dead... that was already pushing it. But that was the downfall of having a perfect memory. It was hard to forgive someone when you woke up reliving just how mad you felt towards them on a regular basis.

Evelyn was pretty sure Sam was avoiding her as well. It wasn't a huge mansion, and her will alone couldn't have kept their paths apart for THAT long. But there was a lot of bad blood between them, betrayal, lies, thrown words and angry yelling and stuff like that...

It all came to a stop right along with the elevator that trapped them somewhere in the lower levels of the mansion. At that point, the cussing under her breath probably would make him realize he wasn't alone in the metal box.

The room felt colder, but Sam's words were even icier than the temperature. His anger pushed away hers, and all that was left was pain. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she stared at the wall. The words just cut deeper into her and stuck there.

"Don’t pretend you’re the only one with bad memories. I’m sorry princess, I’m gonna make you relive something like that over and over again."

"You had a choice to say something, and you didn't. You had someone feed you lies and you believed them, and suffered because of what she did. True, you've had bad memories. And you still chose to put us through that. I don't care what rank we were, I trusted you. I believed in you. And you couldn't do the same." She pulled her legs close and shut her eyes. That couldn't block out the pain she was feeling though.

Evelyn listened silently as Sam and Gawain exchanged words. Rage surfaced again as her thoughts cleared, and his logical explanation of what happened came out. Pretend to be dead to keep the mansion safe, that was his grand idea. And then it was their fault for taking on a killer they weren't prepared for. While it was true, they had been prepared for a fight, the end result was only half their fault. Hunting to identify a guy was one thing. The actual battle wasn't exactly the way they might have planned it.

She wanted to argue they could have handled it if they brought more throwing stars or had a better place to face the buy. Instead, her brain looped around the first part of the conversation she heard. And those thoughts lingered instead.

"You faked your death, and put everyone else through hell. What do you expect, everyone to just forgive and forget? Wait, some of us can't." The words were icy, angry, hurt. Doc Prof shushed her, and tried to keep her still to finish what he was doing. The pain in her head didn't seem to be going away though. All her emotions were just making it worse.

Evelyn felt the sai get pulled away, hardly aware she actually hit Sam with it. But the flicker of information was there. This wasn't just a ghost she was trying to scare away. There was a moment where she thought she could see him yelling at her. Then she shut her eyes tight and curled against Gawain. Her head hurt. She didn't want to be here anymore. She was confused and she just wanted the rest of the noise to go away. The echoes, the playbacks, the splashes of memory. She moved her hands from her head to her ears as if that would tune out the rest of the chaos. No luck. It was all in her head.

Except for Sam. He was cold and silent like the rest of reality. Even though he was angry.

She needed to sleep again. The playbacks were obviously confused. She was confused. She muttered under her breathe about her head hurting and wanting everything to shut up. She needed to think.

"But they are not my echoes, are they" he muttered "They are still yours. It's like... I'm listening in a police broadcast, isn't it?"

Evelyn considered his question, then finally nodded. While she could exactly hear his end of things, his explanation seemed to make sense. It would sound different hearing echoes from her perspective verses having them from his. It was like taking a picture from two different viewpoints. "It would make sense. You saw my memories through the playback. Maybe you're just picking up the 'feed'." It seemed like a good way to describe it. She pushed her hair out of her face.

"Amplifying it sounds a little more forceful than whats happening though. Maybe it's more like it's creating a conduit. The information isn't lessening or changing in anyway when you're there. It's just sharing it with you." She considered.