♥ 31, [voice] goodbye my friend
[Private to Crane] - [Before Eames disappears]
[Voice post left for Crane]
I wasn't certain I wanted to give you a list. I've created one, however. I've left it in your room.
I'm leaving, Jonathan. I won't insult you by suggesting I have no choice in the matter. Unfortunately, it's one I feel I could not choose the other option for. This is the one and only thing that could pull me away from this place by conscious choice and I never thought it would happen. I'm sorry, Jonathan. I am. I know I've only recently told you I had no intention of leaving. I hadn't.
I meant what I said about knowing you'll continue with or without me. Don't sulk yourself into misery on my account; you're better than that. Do us a favor and show them that I actually helped you. If you return to the way you were or lash out immediately after my departure, my presence there won't have mattered in the least. I'd like to think it did, that I mattered to you. Give your next warden hell for me. They'll not be the same. We both know that. They might be better, they might be worse. Whatever the case, do your best to graduate with them if that's what you want (and I know it is). You deserve it - and more, really. I'm sorry I can't be there for you at present. I do hope to return after I've settled matters at home.
You asked what I do and how I knew your face. Although I can't tell you everything, understand that the most important job of my life happened before I left. I left during it, actually. Saito hired me to persuade a man who looked remarkably like yourself into changing his mind about the future of his corporation in a way which might have ruined him. I did that and I succeeded. My deal in coming here was for things to work out for him in a positive way. The same as I want them to work out for you. I'm going back to see if he's alright. I know my deal hasn't come through, but I've not got the patience I ought to have. Seeing Saito here was a reminder of how things might have been and someone's recent departure has me worried again for the safety and happiness of the people I worked with.
I'll come back, if it's possible. We both know the Admiral takes his time, however, and I don't want you waiting on me. Be good. I'm leaving you your pen knife and the poker chip that was my item. I've already been assured it won't work as an item once I leave. I'm sorry I haven't time to say goodbye. It's now or never and I'm running out of time even whilst I write this.
Take care and the best of luck.
[The written note Eames left in Crane's room:]
You've a better understanding of yourself than you give yourself credit for. You need to listen to that.
What you were trying to do wasn't entirely wrong. It was your methids. Realize that the way you go about things isn't often the best. If I wouldn't approve, it's likely not a good path.
You believe yourself to be better than most people. Although true at times, you might consider adjusting that atitude a bit. Some people will always be better than you in some ways and the sooner you realize that the sooner you can use their help.
Trust people. Even when they disappoint you.
Make some friends. People you enjoy spending time with.
Find a hobby that doesn't involve others. Something I'd approve of. It doesn't need to be gambling knitting. You can learn to cheat at poker or the like.
Continue working with Capa. He's good for you in a way I'm not certain you realize.
You're not insane. Stop using it to convince yourself of your choices.
That should do it. Less than that, even. I want you to be happy, not just "redemed" “redeemed.” I hope it helps.
- E
Do forgive the spelling.
[ooc; If it's alright, Jack, please assume that Eames picked the lock into Crane's room recently and left the note, the pen knife, and his poker chip under Crane's pillow. If you'd rather assume something else or discuss, please give me a shout!]
[Voice post left for Crane]
I wasn't certain I wanted to give you a list. I've created one, however. I've left it in your room.
I'm leaving, Jonathan. I won't insult you by suggesting I have no choice in the matter. Unfortunately, it's one I feel I could not choose the other option for. This is the one and only thing that could pull me away from this place by conscious choice and I never thought it would happen. I'm sorry, Jonathan. I am. I know I've only recently told you I had no intention of leaving. I hadn't.
I meant what I said about knowing you'll continue with or without me. Don't sulk yourself into misery on my account; you're better than that. Do us a favor and show them that I actually helped you. If you return to the way you were or lash out immediately after my departure, my presence there won't have mattered in the least. I'd like to think it did, that I mattered to you. Give your next warden hell for me. They'll not be the same. We both know that. They might be better, they might be worse. Whatever the case, do your best to graduate with them if that's what you want (and I know it is). You deserve it - and more, really. I'm sorry I can't be there for you at present. I do hope to return after I've settled matters at home.
You asked what I do and how I knew your face. Although I can't tell you everything, understand that the most important job of my life happened before I left. I left during it, actually. Saito hired me to persuade a man who looked remarkably like yourself into changing his mind about the future of his corporation in a way which might have ruined him. I did that and I succeeded. My deal in coming here was for things to work out for him in a positive way. The same as I want them to work out for you. I'm going back to see if he's alright. I know my deal hasn't come through, but I've not got the patience I ought to have. Seeing Saito here was a reminder of how things might have been and someone's recent departure has me worried again for the safety and happiness of the people I worked with.
I'll come back, if it's possible. We both know the Admiral takes his time, however, and I don't want you waiting on me. Be good. I'm leaving you your pen knife and the poker chip that was my item. I've already been assured it won't work as an item once I leave. I'm sorry I haven't time to say goodbye. It's now or never and I'm running out of time even whilst I write this.
Take care and the best of luck.
[The written note Eames left in Crane's room:]
You've a better understanding of yourself than you give yourself credit for. You need to listen to that.
What you were trying to do wasn't entirely wrong. It was your methids. Realize that the way you go about things isn't often the best. If I wouldn't approve, it's likely not a good path.
You believe yourself to be better than most people. Although true at times, you might consider adjusting that atitude a bit. Some people will always be better than you in some ways and the sooner you realize that the sooner you can use their help.
Trust people. Even when they disappoint you.
Make some friends. People you enjoy spending time with.
Find a hobby that doesn't involve others. Something I'd approve of. It doesn't need to be gambling knitting. You can learn to cheat at poker or the like.
Continue working with Capa. He's good for you in a way I'm not certain you realize.
You're not insane. Stop using it to convince yourself of your choices.
That should do it. Less than that, even. I want you to be happy, not just "redemed" “redeemed.” I hope it helps.
- E
Do forgive the spelling.
[ooc; If it's alright, Jack, please assume that Eames picked the lock into Crane's room recently and left the note, the pen knife, and his poker chip under Crane's pillow. If you'd rather assume something else or discuss, please give me a shout!]