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[Private to Sylvanas]

You mentioned an exchange.

[Private to Davy Jones]

Do you consider yourself Lady Windrunner's friend?

[Spam for Iris.]

[He can, when occasion calls for it, be very, very sneaky. Not strictly breathing helps. When she wakes the day after her return, she finds a worn abalone button - one of Yavru's inexplicable treasures - on her bedside table and a note on her chart about the effects of bloodloss on a bicardial system.]

Eat iron & hydrate!

[Beyond that, he makes himself scarce. He's still not back on his regular shifts in the infirmary, and he doesn't go to the lab, or the greenhouse, or make himself otherwise publicly available. If she tries his room, there are good odds he's hiding out in Morgana's room, or Sylvanas's, or in the most secluded recesses of the library.]

[Private to Hornblower]

...among other things, Captain Bush has mentioned you excel in mathematics.

[Private to Hannibal]

If we were planting a few herbs, would you have requests?

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And yeh expect me to pull her out of it?

I expect you to try. I know I can't do it on my own, but you - I think you understand her grievances with more depth than I do.

And if she crashes anyway then we must be there to help gather the pieces and carry them on, because this place will not let her die even lying in bleeding fragments.

[Not anger, this, but cold, fathomless bitterness, the pure black of the empty space between stars.]

This place is ruining her soul even after death. It torments her, and you want me to work with you, an agent of this place, and save her for your meddling.

I willnae betray her to your workings.

[He is, for a few moments, utterly speechless.]

An agent of- ? I am going to rot here beside you until I am either seething, cackling mad or a shambling empty husk or some twisted golem of both. I am very well aware that I am only stalling, but if I stave off the worst long enough, perhaps we will vanish before we lose ourselves completely.

Please don't betray her to me. I don't actually want to do any of this with you. But do take care that you are not simply betraying her in the process.

I doubt it. We will all three of us be here, tormented and left alone and tormented again in cycles until we're all near to wishing we were dead.

She does not want my help.

[Bluntly.]

She wishes she were dead already.

But that's hardly the worst we can come to. And there's no one on the ship now who's been here longer than six years. A paltry amount of time for any of the three of us.

Don't try to help, if it's so unfathomable to you. But speak to her. She's too lost to do it first, right now, and she needs friends whether she wants them or not.

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Friends willnae stop her wishing for death. I wish for the same thing. You place too much emphasis on the power of words, Emperor. The reality is she will remain here until she is lost for good. All we do now is delay the inevitable.

[Delay, of course, is all he's hoping for.]

So go to her and be silent. But go.

Or don't. Leave her entirely to my influences, if you truly can't be bothered from your own despair.

Edited 2014-02-04 04:03 (UTC)

[With a snarl, Jones slams his comm to the floor, biting back a retort at it]

You will make it all worse! Keep away from her!

[Personally, he's sort of grateful for the distraction from his.]

No. If it's an eternity of suffering we're in for, then I'm not leaving her to face it alone.

You do want you want.

She willnae be alone.

[Jones clicks his comm off by kicking it against a wall, storming off]

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