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Thank you for the use of your room during the flood, Henry, and I apologize for leaving it so late. It is yours again, however.

Doctor Jackson, and to all others that have contributed, thank you for the reading recommendations.

And now that all those pithy formalities have been taken care of, I wish to put the question to anyone who wants to give it some serious thought beyond "The Admiral enjoys making us suffer" because this can already be assumed:

What purpose does having our personalities forcibly changed serve?

And is this not the intention from the start? Why does the Admiral not simply make us the way he thinks we should be, if the whole point of this experience is to change us?

(ooc: once the flood wore off, the Marquis came back to himself and promptly realized he was sleeping in a bed that smelled like West. It got him a bit agitated. So there's now some long, flowery, pissed off letter written on West's bedsheets -- likely to be posted later -- the details of it, at least)

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So, you expect me to hop into bed with you regardless of my feelings?

You know very well why I don't, and it has nothing to do with Billy!

I know it wasn't Billy, then.

That does not mean it sits well with me, now.

What doesn't? My temporary celibacy? It's my decision and nobody else's.

Your celibacy is not what I am talking about.

And temporary? Has the little buffoon cured you, then?

Then what?

Temporary because I don't intend to live like a monk for the rest of my time here. I haven't done anything with him or anybody else.

And don't call him that! He isn't a buffoon.

I'm not the one that raped you, Henry.

But I did mourn you when you were killed. And I avenged attacks on your person when I could.

I should have thought that would have earned me enough respect to warrant some notice that I was no longer needed nor wanted.

Don't use that-- I don't want to hear about what it was.

I never discarded you as a friend! But every time I was around you, I felt like you expected something of me!

I'm sorry that I couldn't save you.

But I kept my distance because I didn't want you to feel that way. I didn't expect to be put aside altogether.

I didn't put you aside. I said you could always come to me for anything!

But you'll never come to me again, will you?

In what capacity?

Don't dodge the fucking question, Henry. You are not a child, and neither am I.

Well, you were the one behaving like one ~~first~~ by vandalising my sheets then pretending you didn't know what I was talking about.

I was being catty. There is a difference.

No, there isn't. I've been around enough catty men in my time. There's a reason I'm not involved in the 'scene.'

Other than your crippling fear of being looked down upon by the rest of the grunting apes aboard this ship?

That isn't a fair point to make. They're my friends.

Friends you feel you have to lie to.

Everybody knows already. Unlike you, I don't feel the need to flaunt my proclivities just to confront others' sensibilities.

My ability to speak frankly about them without fear of having my manhood questioned is not flaunting.

Yes, it is. You revel in their reactions. I'm... secure in who I am.

The only time you are ever secure in who you are is after you've emptied a bottle or two.

That isn't true.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've gone to bed with you without your touching a drink first.

~~Well, I didn't need any alcohol with Jack!~~

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