2.8 - Text

[breakingmyheart]

[Approximately present-dated, i.e. Thursday evening.]

[Warden Filter]

I know the aftermath of this port is going to be subject to a lot of 'who did what'. To avoid speculation regarding this one matter, I will report that I drugged and killed my Inmate Erik Lensherr on Tuesday evening while under the influence of the environment.  My state of mind was altered significantly; I can't rationalise my behaviour after the fact.

[Bullshit you can't, Tosh.]

He and I will discuss what happens next.

[Private to Erik]

Apologising wouldn't even cover it. I can't account for what I did.

If you believe it's the best course of action then I will request reassignment immediately.

[Private to Megamind]

Are you alright?

Please

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[megamind]

Yeah? Kay was in a coma apparently, for part of this mess, and I spend the rest of it babysitting a warden who didn't want to go to to something called a 'wife bank' and the hotel kept leaving stuff from it in her room.

Can't really say I blame her. I mean, who wants to be boxed up and sold as a wife? Yuck. Anyway, the hotel apparently just made us want to feel like crap. [ He shrugged once, though she couldn't see it. ] I taught her some of the origami stuff I picked up from the library and we stayed safe.

[Private]

[most_feared]

I hate that goddamn hotel.

[He's suddenly intensely grateful that he was put under for it.] Will the two of you need anything?

[Private]

[magisterus]

[ The young man with such strong convictions...

There's little he can say in this matter, but his heart goes out to the two of them. ]

The Port was harsh on many, I fear.

I wish you well in determining what must be done.

[Private]

[wecanavenge]

[He's absurdly tempted to take her offer and tell her to stop wasting her time when she knows the answer.

But it hurts to move, so he doesn't answer right away, which is probably for the best. Eventually, he remembers Parker, and he remembers feeling weak and half his self while she was his warden. He doesn't want to feel that again, ever.]

Don't ever hand me a drink again.