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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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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.

Edited 2014-02-04 03:58 (UTC)

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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