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[stauncherhearted]

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[knightscode]

"There are no official suspects," he repeats, keeping his tone reassuring, because it's true -- and he can't say he'd be surprised if Nancy's Circle was involved in some way, which means he can't entirely rule her out. "Like I said, we're just talking to everyone. Protocol."

Nancy he especially can't avoid, especially since she's been placed in his house.

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Nancy shakes her head, and takes a step towards him. "That's not what I'm asking, Lance." She looks up at him, imploring him to answer as himself. He surely had to have a personal opinion on the matter, and all at once she suddenly realized how much this actually meant to her.

She honestly wanted Lance to believe she was innocent. Because worse of being caught- actually legitimately caught, something she hadn't even considered before going in. She'd taken so many precautions, sure, but the idea of being caught wasn't something she even saw as an option. Because if he thought she did it... Then he'd know just what a terrible person she was.

And he would be right.

[knightscode]

"Nancy," he says, in something of a low chide. "We don't even know what this is. All we know is Gilbert Norrell and Childermass are missing. I can't have an opinion on what may or may not have been done if I don't know what it is I'd be accusing someone of."

But, in his heart, Lancelot is plenty wary. Maybe she's telling the truth, and her story of visiting him before is why her hair is in his room, but... maybe she isn't.

It isn't that Lancelot thinks her capable of murder, not really, but he does think her more capable of aiding her friends in an elaborate scheme if she believed it was the right thing to do.

[stauncherhearted]

There's something calming in his voice. No, calming isn't the right word. But there's something that has her settle somewhat. She nods, lips pressed together. It's the first time she allows herself to look guilty.

"I know- I'm sorry," she admits, but she doesn't know, and she isn't sorry. Just a few more lies to add to the ones that she's been telling all night long. But she doesn't want him scolding her.

For a moment, she really is just a teenager.