013 - Mile-High Apple

[deadly_ned]

I'm, um.

I'm leaving.

Thomas - my inmate - he's...graduated, he's left the Barge, so I think that's...probably my cue to leave too.

I'm...terrible at goodbyes, and let's be completely honest, I'm quiet enough that most of the Barge doesn't know I'm actually here, so I doubt I need to stay very long.

That sounds terrible.

I'm sorry. Something's come up. I have to go.

[The Piemaker - nervous, clearly hiding something, and agitated - leans over to shut off his communicator. Unbeknownst to him, he'll be back in a matter of days for reasons not clearly stated in this post]

[Private to the Marquis de Carabas]

And now it doesn't matter what you know.

Good luck graduating, you....bad, bad person.

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[anewlanguage]

[Cain wouldn't have expected to care, if he'd been told in advance. But there's an uncomfortable twist somewhere under his ribs and he has to work at his expression for just a split second.]

Get the hell off while the getting's good, kid.

[Which is almost the same as 'good luck'.]

[deadly_ned]

I will. I am.



I....



Good luck to you too.

[anewlanguage]

[But he'll miss Ned.

He shuts the feed off before he can make an ass of himself by saying it.]