Domino and Amanda over IM, Friday night

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LadyLuck13: Amanda?
LadyLuck13: Amanda, you're online, I see you. Answer me.
wytchbrat: Hey. Hear the news?
LadyLuck13: Nate told me.
wytchbrat: Fuckers. Murdering fucking cunts. I swear, if we find out who did it... Why him, Dom? He wasn't a threat to anyone. Just a smelly old mad bastard.
LadyLuck13: To hurt Pete.
LadyLuck13: Pete's a hard target. Rom's not much less so. Their dad... their dad was different.
wytchbrat: Well, they bloody well managed that. Pete's gutted. And Rom isn't much better - called her just before.
LadyLuck13: I should.... I'll call Rom, later.
wytchbrat: She's got Jerry and the rest keeping an eye out. Pete's not back in from the quarry yet.
wytchbrat: If he doesn't come back in soon, I'm going out there. Whatever anyone says. He needs us, Dom. I've never seen him like this.
LadyLuck13: Don't.
wytchbrat: Fuck that.
wytchbrat: Just... fuck. Fucking murdering _cunt_.
LadyLuck13: Don't put him in the position of having to pull himself back together for your sake. Just don't.
LadyLuck13: I know.
wytchbrat: Stop making sense at me.
LadyLuck13: It's like I'm opening my mouth and Nate's words are coming out. Probably because I don't know what to say...
wytchbrat: Neither do I. I hate this, Dom. I'm sick of people around me getting hurt or killed because there's bastards out there who can do whatever the hell they like.
wytchbrat: I hate not being able to stop them.
LadyLuck13: I can't be particularly comforting here. Sometimes the shit just happens, and there's nothing you can do...
LadyLuck13: I couldn't stop them when they killed my mother. I remember that.
wytchbrat: ...
wytchbrat: You've never mentioned that before. I'm sorry.
LadyLuck13: It was a long time ago.
LadyLuck13: It's just... the same futility, you know? Not being able to do anything. Even if he finds whoever did this, it won't make any difference. His dad'll still be dead.
wytchbrat: But at least they wouldn't be able to do anything else.
wytchbrat: I'm not stupid Dom. If someone's after Pete, I know where they could come looking next.
LadyLuck13: Amanda...
LadyLuck13: Whoever did it is dead. Doesn't matter how long it takes, he or she is dead.
LadyLuck13: I just meant it can't change what's already happened. I'm sorry... I'm just not really thinking straight right now.
wytchbrat: Yeah, there's a bit of that going around.
wytchbrat: Stupid fucking power limits. I could find this bastard otherwise, I know I could.
LadyLuck13: There are other ways to find him. I know you want to help... I want to help. I don't know what the fuck I can do either...
wytchbrat: Same old fucking story.
wytchbrat: For all these fucking powers we have, we're bloody useless when it comes down to it.
LadyLuck13: The powers don't make anything any easier, Amanda. I think... just the opposite sometimes.
LadyLuck13: Look. We're going to wind up putting ourselves in a mutual black hole of depression and frustration here...
wytchbrat: Got any suggestions, then? People here seem to think cookies and hugs'll work.
LadyLuck13: Do something to try and keep your mind off it. I'm going to go beat the shit out of a punching bag when I get off here with you.
LadyLuck13: Nate's got a point - I'm on with him right now, too. There's not much any of us can do to help until Pete decides what he's doing.
wytchbrat: Maybe it's time I took up this punching bag thing. Stops me from sitting here trying to think of spells I can use to find this prick.
wytchbrat: I know. Nate's right, as usual.
LadyLuck13: He's insufferable that way.
LadyLuck13: Look... I love you, little sis, okay? I'd stay and talk longer, but like I said... not much point in us going around and around raging about it.
LadyLuck13: I'll call Pete. In a day or two. He doesn't need to have to pull himself back together to talk to me, either.
wytchbrat: I'll let you know how he's doing, all right?
wytchbrat: Don't kill the bag too much.
LadyLuck13: ....thanks.
LadyLuck13: I'm not making any promises.