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[young_idealist]

Admiral, if I must ask for Dorian to be brought back, then please do so. I wasn't in any condition to think of him or much of anything yesterday.

Dorian, are you out there somewhere?

Namor? Claire?

[filtered to Armand's friends]

Even though I do not remember this horrific place you all seem to be talking about, I am certain I died there. I don't like

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[devils_bargain]

[Voice low, exhaustion and pain clear in his tone. He has waited to respond to Armand.]

I am here.

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[young_idealist]

You don't sound well. Are you in the infirmary? Tis very crowded in here.

[more gently]

Do you remember anything?

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[devils_bargain]

[His headache remains, splitting and bright, and his voice is low to minimize that pain.]

I remember... very little. I have been told I shot myself.

[He doesn't ask how Armand is. Perhaps he hasn't thought of it.]

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[young_idealist]

That's terrible. No wonder you couldn't find me before I died.

[He's quiet a moment, a long moment.]

I think I should ask the Admiral to find another warden for you. We weren't getting along and this--this is a major failure for us both. It would be difficult to work past.

You're free to tell me exactly what you think. I'm sorry this isn't in person, but I am not allowed out of bed either.

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[devils_bargain]

[Dorian is quiet. Armand died as well. Dorian was curious, but not curious enough to ask about this. He is tired and in pain, and frustrated beyond measure by trying to talk with Adrian Veidt.]

I have no objections.

[Dorian is in no mood to elaborate or be cruel today.]

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[young_idealist]

I'll make it official before they let us out of the infirmary.

Rest well, Dorian. I never meant you any harm.