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[patheticvillain]

[Cassel's in his room, rearranging his drawer of scraps in some order discernible only to him. Ilia is perched on a high shelf, his eyes narrowed and tail twitching, disturbed by the commotion and looking ready to jump down onto Cassel's shoulders at any moment. As he rummages, Cassel addresses the camera; the moment he turns towards it, a bruise slides into view on his left temple, light and mottled black. He seems not to notice it.]

A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]

Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]

Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.

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[patheticvillain]

[He tilts his head to one side, smiling faintly.]

You guys are cute together. You're making me miss my warden.

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[tucky]

Who was he? What was he like?

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[patheticvillain]

His name's Kon. I think he was probably the kindest person I've ever met.

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[tucky]

How long has it been since you saw him?

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[patheticvillain]

Couple years now.

[He's. A little quieter, now that he realizes that.]

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[tucky]

... I'm sorry.

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[patheticvillain]

Yeah. Me too.

He went and got married, though. I think he's got to be happy.

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[tucky]

Do you think you're ever gonna visit him?

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[patheticvillain]

Yeah. I think I might. I don't know if he'd want to see me as much as I want to see him, though.

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[tucky]

Why not? If he was that kind.

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[patheticvillain]

I don't know. I was just kind of a pain in the ass.

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[tucky]

But did y'all care about each other?

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[patheticvillain]

Yeah. I think so.

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[tucky]

Sometimes I forget that not everyone is as... I don't know. With their wardens.

I know I might not love my inmate, if I get one. But I hope I do.

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[patheticvillain]

I loved him. Love him.

I loved all my inmates that I've had. Needy and Czeslaw and Wichita. I miss them.

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[tucky]

Is losing the people you love something that happens here a lot?

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[patheticvillain]

Yeah. I'm. Honestly sorry, but it is.

I lost my brother a little while ago.

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[tucky]

Did he go back to somewhere where he'd be happy?

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[patheticvillain]

I don't know where he went. He just. Went.

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[tucky]

Did he graduate or get his deal?

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[patheticvillain]

He graduated, but that was, like, a year and a half ago. He had an inmate. He just disappeared.

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[tucky]

It's awful when that happens.

[As bad as losing Merlin was, she knows it would have been so much worse if he'd died and not been revived, or slipped away during a coma, or just plain vanished.]

Do you-- instead of talking about the people you lost, do you wanna talk about the people you still have?

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[patheticvillain]

. . . Yeah. I do.

But you should go first.

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[tucky]

[She smiles.]

I don't think you want that. 'Cause, see, I got a tendency to talk a lot about the people who matter to me.

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[patheticvillain]

I can listen. I'm good at listening now.