Comments | naughtbutlife: two and seventy.

naughtbutlife

two and seventy.

Mar 04, 2011 14:13

[Private to Arthur:]

I am afraid that Mal is once again in the infirmary.

( A written message in which Angelica vents slightly to her husband )

madness terrifies, dealing with the dead, turn out the guard!, a ranter!

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private paradoxlol March 4 2011, 19:30:40 UTC

What happened? Did she try to-- [give herself a kick.] Did she hurt herself?

private naughtbutlife March 4 2011, 21:06:23 UTC

Aye, she did. She harmed someone else as well.

Did you know there is a man aboard that shares her husband's appearance?

private paradoxlol March 4 2011, 22:00:09 UTC

[There's a brief pause.] Costigan. But she's-- Mal's not violent. She wouldn't hurt... [Well. Shit.] I warned her about dopplegangers before she ever met him. I told her he wasnt-- [HAVE SOME SELF-DIRECTED RAGEFUL SILENCE.]

private naughtbutlife March 4 2011, 22:21:21 UTC

[Sadly:] Aye, Billy Costigan. It was a...rather horrid surprise.

[Want some more silence with your silence, Arthur? Here you go! All for you!]

Arthur, Mal is ill. Exceedingly so. I doubt even a hundred warnings could have swayed her. I tri-- Arthur, there is something you need to know about Mal.

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private naughtbutlife March 5 2011, 01:37:26 UTC

I know, sir, I know. I should not have asked if I truly had not wished for some sort of answer. I will say this for the other argument - if left in her bliss she might still have herself.

In truth, sir, though I wish to place as much blame as possible on my inmate's husband, I find that I cannot. The choice could not have been an easy one to make, and your response only proves that.

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Re: private naughtbutlife March 5 2011, 04:35:21 UTC

Is it better to lose one's self, or to indeed just be lost? It reality worth the price of madness? Restlessness? And I just find the questions I pose unfair now, and rather painful.

And Sexby, you know as well as I do that leaving for war was a different matter entirely. Your offer of marriage was made under certain terms - I would receive your wages and take your name to protect my liberties. You did not abandon me, nor did you leave me in my own ignorance. Unless you consider my experiences with the Diggers as time spent outside of reality, I was not left to oblivion.

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