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[impure_tale]

Forgive my recent silence, my fellow denizens. Somehow, in spite of everything, I have been somewhat "under the weather." It's taking quite the toll on my Renate, honestly, for I haven't really the energy to run with her at present. I'm feeling much better now, however. It seems, furthermore, that my relative absence has meant I have not provided sufficient occupation for all of my charges.

To my Inmate, you and I must talk and soon. Do not keep me waiting.

To the Inmate called Sylar -- I have this to say to you, without pretense or exaggeration: If I see or hear that you have been associating with mine again, there is not a single Warden on this ship, past or present, that will be fast enough to prevent my retort. Whatever advantage you hope to gain in soliciting him will not be worth the pain I bring upon you. Am I making myself perfectly clear?

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[peektuttut]

Depending on what that retort is, you might be wrong. Mister Sexby brought this to my attention; I will handle it.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The effectiveness of which remains to be seen. The urchin has been through more Wardens than I had, and somehow he still continues his troublemaking, which in itself is suspect.

[peektuttut]

I intend to be his last warden, but calling him out publicly isn't doing much to help with that. I knew as much as you did about the deal, so if you deal with your inmate, I can deal with mine.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Which is all well and good, cherub, but my message to him regards any future interactions, not the previous.

[peektuttut]

I can appreciate you defending your inmate, but don't threaten mine.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That was not a threat.

[peektuttut]

Good.

[grayatonement]

Because your inmate doesn't cause trouble?