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[Now, he meant to have audio on, but his video snapped on as well, unbeknownst to him. This means, of course, that he's partially out of frame, leaning back into the somewhat dark room. His shirt is visible, but his arms and head are somewhat hard to see. Behind him, his bed can be seen, and a mirror on the wall is glowing from the screens he's
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Is this your idea of a joke, Sinclair?
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Apologies if my very bein' is insultin' you, but I've no interest in stoppin' whatever I'm doin' just t'make you comfortable, Sofia.
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You poisoned the people's minds here against me and with ADAM you strive to do the same to their bodies. I did not interfere, thinking they would recognise your true nature in due time.
But this? I will not force you to return to the Family, but I will not allow you to mock it!
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[He shifts angrily where he sits.] And I'm not mockin' anythin'. I'm just sittin' here, for God's sake. What d'you want from me?
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Turn around.
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[He stares angrily at the feed for a moment, realizing he's on video, before turning his head.] And what just exactly d'y-
[He spots it. He stares.
When he turns back around, he is dead. white.]
What in God's name have you done?
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Oh. My apologies then, Mister Sinclair. I assumed the interior design was your bright idea.
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I've got the meanest feelin' I should send a certain Big Daddy your way, Lamb. Since you've got enough free time t'be paintin' my mirrors like the walls'a Rapture, I'm sure you could make some time for him.
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A reply comes to mind, but then she realises that she's indulged in his misery enough for now and more importantly that she wants to know just who is responsible for that message. It may not be Sinclair's mockery of her, but who is to say that it isn't bad news anyway?]
Use your head, Sinclair. Do you really think this was my doing?
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No one else around here knows what went on down in Rapture. There's no way they'd know about the writin' on the wall. You really think someone unaffiliated could bring this about? [He snorts.] I'd like t'see it.
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Lamb never thought Sinclair was an idiot, exactly, and for him to drop all other options and be so convinced of her involvement he must either be really determined to hate her or really terrified by this.]
No one else does, but we are not the only ones from Rapture and if I am truly the only one you suspect, then Wonderland must have mellowed you. Unless it is your own choice to desperately put so much faith in your friend and his girl?
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He leans forward, snapping private back onto his transmission, and he's quite obviously pissed at her. Hell, at everything. When he speaks, his voice is very low.]
I have had just about enough of you screwin' with my head. Honestly, I don't care if you had somethin' t'do with this or not.
Stay. Out. Of my way.
[He leans back.]
Unless you feel like sportin' another lovely little sling. I would be more than happy t'oblige.
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Interesting you should word it like that. I often wondered how our encounter would have ended if I had spoken, if I had simply asked you to stop. I wonder... do you merely feel compelled to answer my questions or could I oblige you to do more?
Perhaps we should get together and discuss this sometime, after all we...
[She trails off as she sees the writing on the mirror disappear. It doesn't vanish cleanly, instead it smears until all that is left are faint reddish brown streaks.
Then, after a moment, two fingerprints appear. Then another, another and another until they form the print of a red hand that is slowly guiding its bloody trail across the surface.
Eventually the trail stops and the fingers disappear, leaving a symbol almost the size of the entire mirror, red and still dripping.
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Lamb looks away, but there is little doubt that Sinclair will gather what caught her attention.]But I see you are busy now, so I will just ( ... )
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