[VOICE. Private to Rex and Blonsky, individually. She doesn't want either to know who her other allies are.]
Don't forget to pick up a knife in port, if you can. I'll be doing the same.
[WRITTEN. Private to Admiral Claus!]
I'm only writing this because I don't have much of a choice.
Give Rex something he could use: a piece of scientific equipment he doesn't have already. Something his warden wouldn't confiscate.
For Victor...let's see. A book. Something on tolerance.
For every single addict--drug or other--on the Barge, whoever they may be, a note in handwriting dissimilar to mine. Have it simply say "I'm watching you." I don't need to know who they are; figuring that out is my job.
And take me home. Take me back so I can beg for John's forgiveness, for fuck's sake, I won't stray from the path again JUST DO IT ALREADY MOTHERFUCKER
at least cure his cancer, for the love of
kill that bastard Mark Hoffman
You can't give me what I want.
Give Jill a holiday without pain. She's been through enough, and she didn't sign up for the shit the rest of us did.
That's it. Fuck off.