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[credence watches mr. graves drink the water, perhaps a little too closely, and nods.]

I can't leave. I need...help.

[it occurs to him mr. graves might mean literally here, in this room, watching him.]

I have my own room, though.

[but he regrets it as soon as he says it, and looks down. of course mr. graves would know that. he isn't stupid.]

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