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[impure_tale]

And of course a perfectly good walk is ruined by hard rain. Sometimes, the CES is just a little too real for my liking. The garden is coming along nicely, however. A bit balmy in there for my tastes, but there you have it.

[Private to Jack Harkness]

How are you feeling, cherub? 

[Filtered to Colonel Sexby, Iago, and Judas Iscariot]

I believe a full discussion is in order, if everyone is able.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[He nodded solemnly.] If you're meant to make any reconciliations with him, it is probably easier to imagine without the added weight of responsibility. I'm not saying you will. But it does remove some pressure, does it not?

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[boeshane_boy]

[He shrugged lightly.] It means I don't have to have anything to do with him. And that's kind of nice.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And perhaps that will be for the better. Again I apologize for being hard on you.

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[boeshane_boy]

Look, it's all right. I haven't really been...myself, lately. [Or, you know, most of his time aboard.] Between you, and Armand, and all the Doctors showing up for a little while - it helped.

[He paused, rubbing his hands together.] What exactly did the Master say about that year? And how publicly?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Individual instances -- I can't recall many now save that I reacted. You were both speaking to each other in the network rather flippantly, him trying to ruffle you, and you calmly brushing everything off. ...Considering upon your first arrival you had designs to beat him to a pulp, he hid himself away for a while.

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[boeshane_boy]

Huh. [Jack ran a hand over his hair, rubbing the back of his head.] Is it weird to be jealous of yourself? [It was meant as a joke, but he wouldn't mind calmly brushing off what the Master said to him.]

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[The Marquis is grateful for the lighter note.] I suppose one has so few opportunities to do so, cherub.

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[boeshane_boy]

Must take a place like this. [He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers over his stomach.] You know, I don't really know how to feel about the stories about me on the barge. Before this time, anyway.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

It is difficult to say how one should react -- no more difficult than it is for some people here to learn that in some worlds, they are fictional. You must take them sometimes simply as stories and move on.

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[boeshane_boy]

I guess. But I wouldn't mind having those reactions, sometimes. [He paused, and added,] But only some of them.