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[impure_tale]

A lovely holiday, my dears. Perhaps some slight setbacks, but I am most satisfied to have enjoyed beautiful gifts and the joy of giving to others, even those with whom I've been at odds in the past.

Now now back to writing.

[Warden Filter]

I...confiscated what appears to be a riding crop from one of the newer Inmates earlier today. It struck me that it was the sort of thing he probably should not have had, and considering he did not bother to claim it was his own, I feel I was not out of line in doing so. Might I ask who this belongs to? 

It seems well-used.

[Private to Iago]

Speak to me, my treasure. I've heard barely a word out of you since before Christmas.

(ooc: The Marquis got the riding crop off of Reaver, which was stolen from Holmes. That encounter may be drabbled later.)

Comments

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

They wronged me.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I am not debating this matter with you again. You are wrong. You know you are wrong.

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I know I did wrong! But they were not innocent.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Which does not free you of any guilt. You cannot blame your actions on others. It was your choice, in the end.

Private- Such a liar....

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I know, Marquis. It was my fault.

I shouldn't have done what I did. It was...wrong. And all they did wrong was...not do what I wanted them to. Killing them isn't exactly a fair punishment for that.

No punishment was needed, I suppose. For me, certainly. For them...no. I feel such regret that I snatched their lives away so early.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Don't disrespect those words by not meaning them, Iago. You have the portraits. There, they will stay. Contemplate them until you cannot anymore and start over again when you've done.

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

And if I throw them out?

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You won't.

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

What will you do if I just...toss them over the side?

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I don't know. What will you do if your new cabin is revealed to be the main deck?

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Fine.

I will keep them. But I gain nothing from it other than increased hatred towards you.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You have no one to blame for your discomfort but yourself.

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

No. I can and will blame you.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

While you're doing that you can write letters to each of them.

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

And what are these letters going to be about?

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

What else? The truth. I'm not making you write lines. You will not be forced to render apologies you do not feel you are ready to give. But you have been here a full year, now, and have changed. There is much you would have said before that perhaps might not appeal to you now.

Begin with your wife.

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

She is not my wife.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Would you care to remind me your age again?

Private

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Dead women can't be married.