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.

Comments

private

[deadly_ned]

I'm assuming it's my magic finger that brings dead people back to life.

private

[mattersverymuch]

That was so obvious I didn't need to say it aloud. Try again.

private

[deadly_ned]

My unnervingly fanatical devotion to a single childhood sweetheart?

private

[mattersverymuch]

No. That's romantic, and thus boring.

private

[deadly_ned]

Then I've no idea.

private

[mattersverymuch]

You were afraid, and you wanted to run, but you fought instead. You're still afraid, but you're still fighting.

That's interesting.

private

[deadly_ned]

Or stupid.

private

[mattersverymuch]

Can't it be both at once?

private

[deadly_ned]

Sure. Whichever discourages you from ever thinking about me again.

private

[mattersverymuch]

Do you honestly think that will happen?

private

[deadly_ned]

It will when I leave for good. You'll forget in a few weeks.