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[Normally, he would have written something like this. But he's a little bit manic right now and it shows in his voice. He's trying so very hard to be calm, but it's not working for him.] Trust. What is it about trust that is so elusive to some people? Some people cannot bring themselves to trust another person for fear of being hurt. The Wardens will tell you that the fear you have is unjustified.
It’s not. You can’t trust a single, fucking person in this place or any.
The concept of a friend is so archaic. So…changeable. Why have one? Why have one when they will simply stab you in the back? [And now he does sound calmer. Deathly calm. It's an act, but at least he's getting better at it.]
Like Sylar. He’s so quiet. Such a cold, calculated killer. Or so he seems to be. When Judas was here, he betrayed me and started us down a path that led to the absolute breakdown of that weak little imbecilic traitor. But I’m sure none of you are stupid enough to trust him.
Prefect is not so easy a target, is he? We’re moving out of inmates and into your wardens. How tragic is that? Your warden who does not really want to be here. The warden who is only here because he had nowhere else to go. Pathetic. So pathetic that he gives out alcohol to his friends. His inmate friends, like me, when their warden has forbidden it. Wouldn’t we see that as him undermining my progress? What an upstanding warden.
Move then to Claire. Claire who has done nothing wrong to anyone here. Claire who, throughout our “friendship”- and I use that term, very, very loosely- has on more than one occasion solicited herself to me. She has invited me to her room under the pretext of “reading her to sleep.” Like a child. A child, my fellow passengers. Before that, I saw her chained in my Arena, and she did everything I wanted her to. She certainly hasn’t forgotten what it felt like to be chained up and begging for me to stop. But she would do anything. She would show me the warden filters. She would reveal all of your secrets to me. Be wary of her. She would do anything.
While we’re on the topic of depravity, might we mention my very own warden? My warden who was much more outspoken with what he wanted. You have read his stories, have you not? And yet, do you really pay attention? I knew that you wouldn’t pay attention when he grabbed me, his tongue in my mouth while I struggled to get away. When he threatened…hmm…to throw me over his knee and make a woman out of me. No. None of you knew. You never thought that he would do such a thing, did you?
And now we come to the final piece. Angelica Sexby. Dear, dear Angelica Sexby who is loved by so many here. Angelica Sexby who is so virtuous. But I know differently. Sharing a moment with the Master on board the Barge…tsk, tsk. A moment that later gave him reason to want to take her as his companion. A moment that made her perfect bait for him. What reason is that, do you ask? I can’t tell. I’m sure she is full of his…intimate secrets. But these whores are tricky, aren’t they? They lead a man on and…in a moment…they pretend as if it never happened. She finds comfort in Sexby, does she not? The man who shares the Master’s face. What do you see when you look at him, Angelica? What do you see?
[[OOC NOTE: PLEASE READ. Some of what he’s said here isn't true. Some of it is. Some of it happened during floods. He’s basically just having a giant breakdown and so is just giving up everything he knows/suspects/INVENTED about people he considers to be his friends to push them away. Also, apologies for the Kota spam today, friends. Just trying to get it all done before the weekend's over. You know I just do it cuz I love you. ETA: ALSO...I do apologize in advance if Iago dismisses any responses. OBVIOUSLY...he's not exactly rational right now.]]
[Normally, he would have written something like this. But he's a little bit manic right now and it shows in his voice. He's trying so very hard to be calm, but it's not working for him.] Trust. What is it about trust that is so elusive to some people? Some people cannot bring themselves to trust another person for fear of being hurt. The Wardens will tell you that the fear you have is unjustified.
It’s not. You can’t trust a single, fucking person in this place or any.
The concept of a friend is so archaic. So…changeable. Why have one? Why have one when they will simply stab you in the back? [And now he does sound calmer. Deathly calm. It's an act, but at least he's getting better at it.]
Like Sylar. He’s so quiet. Such a cold, calculated killer. Or so he seems to be. When Judas was here, he betrayed me and started us down a path that led to the absolute breakdown of that weak little imbecilic traitor. But I’m sure none of you are stupid enough to trust him.
Prefect is not so easy a target, is he? We’re moving out of inmates and into your wardens. How tragic is that? Your warden who does not really want to be here. The warden who is only here because he had nowhere else to go. Pathetic. So pathetic that he gives out alcohol to his friends. His inmate friends, like me, when their warden has forbidden it. Wouldn’t we see that as him undermining my progress? What an upstanding warden.
Move then to Claire. Claire who has done nothing wrong to anyone here. Claire who, throughout our “friendship”- and I use that term, very, very loosely- has on more than one occasion solicited herself to me. She has invited me to her room under the pretext of “reading her to sleep.” Like a child. A child, my fellow passengers. Before that, I saw her chained in my Arena, and she did everything I wanted her to. She certainly hasn’t forgotten what it felt like to be chained up and begging for me to stop. But she would do anything. She would show me the warden filters. She would reveal all of your secrets to me. Be wary of her. She would do anything.
While we’re on the topic of depravity, might we mention my very own warden? My warden who was much more outspoken with what he wanted. You have read his stories, have you not? And yet, do you really pay attention? I knew that you wouldn’t pay attention when he grabbed me, his tongue in my mouth while I struggled to get away. When he threatened…hmm…to throw me over his knee and make a woman out of me. No. None of you knew. You never thought that he would do such a thing, did you?
And now we come to the final piece. Angelica Sexby. Dear, dear Angelica Sexby who is loved by so many here. Angelica Sexby who is so virtuous. But I know differently. Sharing a moment with the Master on board the Barge…tsk, tsk. A moment that later gave him reason to want to take her as his companion. A moment that made her perfect bait for him. What reason is that, do you ask? I can’t tell. I’m sure she is full of his…intimate secrets. But these whores are tricky, aren’t they? They lead a man on and…in a moment…they pretend as if it never happened. She finds comfort in Sexby, does she not? The man who shares the Master’s face. What do you see when you look at him, Angelica? What do you see?
[[OOC NOTE: PLEASE READ. Some of what he’s said here isn't true. Some of it is. Some of it happened during floods. He’s basically just having a giant breakdown and so is just giving up everything he knows/suspects/INVENTED about people he considers to be his friends to push them away. Also, apologies for the Kota spam today, friends. Just trying to get it all done before the weekend's over. You know I just do it cuz I love you. ETA: ALSO...I do apologize in advance if Iago dismisses any responses. OBVIOUSLY...he's not exactly rational right now.]]