[It has better not slip to any allies she doesn't specify first, she thinks, because she trusts a handful of her Fog associates about as far as she can throw them. AM is of course the first to come to mind.]

Aunamee and Noa--if he's still here--can know. About our agreement. Not the other shit.

[The only blame Amanda's willing to take right now consists of beating herself up for being so pathetic that Javert could drive her to such ruin so easily. She'll make herself pay for this weakness later, of that there's no doubt. Incapable of getting and keeping her emotions under control, she lives a self-inflicted penance for it that will never end. Her emotion is also her weakness, John had once said of her, when he still harbored hope that she might one day overcome it. Too bad for the both of them that his "cure" had only made it exponentially worse, leading directly to both their deaths.]

Don't contact me again unless it's about the plan. [Her voice devolves into a watery croak once more.] Apart from that, you can go fuck yourself.

[One day, they may be able to move past this. Right now it's far too raw, too fresh, for her to even consider it.]