Damon's gone. My item isn't linked to him anymore and his room is empty. To any of his friends, I'm so, so sorry.
The Admiral is such a fickle creature. Almost a year. I can't even remember our first meeting. A year ago...what were you doing? Were you here on the barge? Back at home?
Happy?
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doubleplusungood comrade.
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You can complain about it tomorrow, I promise.
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Shall I answer your question instead? A year ago, I was turned into a woman, attacked and abused by a vampire. I met you. This was back when you pretended to give half a damn about me, so I thought you were a nice person. Hmm. And, a year ago, I was accused of taking advantage of another inmate-- sexually-- and driving him to suicide through rampant homophobia. Ah, and of course, had Martha Jones spread these lies to complete strangers. So, a year ago, I was disrespected, violated and wasn't once given the benefit of the doubt. Six months ago, I was again-- but you remember that, I'm sure, since it involved your darling Damon. Judging by past experience, I'm due for another.
My, isn't reminiscing fun.
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I won't argue with you, though. You can believe what you wish.
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I didn't really talk to you back then.
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I'm sorry Damon left.
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Seemed like an ordinary time, though, for the Barge. Which, really, isn't exactly undesirable.
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I know. It's...fine. I'm feeling a little better, honestly. I think it was simply one more thing that added on to everything else.
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Liar. You are not fine.
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Okay. I'm not fine. But...I'm better than I could be.
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Remember, though. I don't ever run out of optimism.
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