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[impure_tale]

Someone come take this yapping monstrosity from my chambers before I do something I will regret later, and don't let me look at her for another few days.

Theatre Troupe: Double rehearsals tonight. After the first hour expect to rehearse without your copies in hand. Your collective inability to grasp such a simplistic text is nothing short of astounding, and I'm tired of holding your hands. It's laziness, is what it is, and I'll break you of it.

(ooc: Both Pavi and the Abbe have disappeared. The Marquis is two ticks from having a meltdown of Gene Wilder-esque proportions. Feel free to fan the flames.)

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[highcollarevil.livejournal.com]

As I am sure you know nothing of what you're trying to mention.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Yes, because your other self is a complete turnaround to how he was before he ever came here.

You honestly take everyone here for a fool, don't you?

[highcollarevil.livejournal.com]

There is a great difference between me and him: for instance, I have no tried to purposelessly murder anyone on this ship ever since arriving. Unlike whom you have mentioned.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And that instance in the infirmary everyone is talking about was what, then? Hugging?

The truth of the matter is that the two of you, as I understand it, have eons of time and experience between you. And while I don't think for a instant that you're any less capable of the atrocities he has committed here, you have also not seen, done, or suffered nearly as much as he very likely has -- because I'll TELL you what makes monsters: Prisons do. Laws do. Societies do, and I know enough to know you come from one that was worth escaping.

And in truth you have no greater idea than the rest of us do whether it was all of his own orchestration that brought him here or what parts are beyond his control. All we can see is what he does now.

You're not better than him or any Inmate here. You just haven't been broken yet. And hope that your service here promises you a reprieve from the Hell he's likely lived since you have been you.

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[highcollarevil.livejournal.com]

Because I am sure you'd rather feel sorry for what happened between me and myself, instead of actually understanding what led to this... event. In fact, I am certain that no human would truly be able to comprehend everything that transpired, even if they did try.

No, of course not. But what can I say? My future self -- one that won't come to be, I'll have to make certain of that -- has apparently seen to it that few people here want to anyway.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I'm not sorry it happened or blathering on about what a poor hapless victim he was at your hands. Regardless of what I say, I can assure you I care even less for that little hemorrhoid than I do about you. I just can't abide hypocrisy.

I have to wonder how much that wretch dislikes himself without need of a second copy about, if the two of you really cannot see eye to eye. It's shameful, really, and not a wonder that he hasn't ever truly left this place. It's somewhat impossible to imagine bettering yourself when some less damaged part of you hasn't the will to believe you can.

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[highcollarevil.livejournal.com]

I never said my future self couldn't be improved upon, but it is by far easier to divert some rivers at their source, than to try guiding them once they've settled into a path.