one and eighty.

May 02, 2011 12:10

[Private to Mal]

How is your head?

[Private to Sexby]

If I find that you have done any sort of work today, I am going to send you straight to the infirmary.


[Private to Eames and Arthur]

Gentlemen, I have been thinking this over for a long while, and I have come to the conclusion that I need your help. While I have tried my level best to understand Mal and the world in which she lives - both waking and dreaming, I confess that I am still very much a creature of my own time. I cannot help her to understand the nature of her wrong-doings without truly understanding her motivations myself, and as clever as I believe I am sometimes, I cannot argue for reality when I know not the allure of this sort of shared dreaming.

In short, I cannot truly help Mal Cobb unless I know how the damned technology works. I fear I was prideful and somewhat wary of asking for your assistance - or was too distracted by certain events to pursue any aid you might have offered, which I admit has happened - but I cannot properly serve my inmate if I allow my ignorance to stand.

Help me, please.

turn out the guard!, mal is my favourite madwoman, oh god the fuuuuuutuuure

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