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I would like to clarify a certain issue. There have been debates as to how Edward Sexby would be dealt with after he attacked me in my cabin. At the time I insisted that I would not have the Wardens vote on this for two reasons. The first, which most assume already, is that I would like to decide that myself. The second, and most important, is that I was not about to demand that a system work for me that I spat upon not two hours before I was injured.

I still will not. Sexby has since sent messengers like the craven dog he behaves as to express that he felt it unfair that the decision should be left to me. When two people of the same stature have a disagreement, why should one take authority over the other? I would see more sense in this were the querant not doing so after already deciding that I was guilty and how I was meant to be punished.

No, it's not fair. If we were talking about fairness I would have your last remaining hand, and fuck anyone that dares suggest I wouldn't have the right.

That he would have the audacity to send people and not face me and speak with me as one man professing equality would to another is enough to shake away the layers of medicine and drug. I am angry and my body complains with me.

I have not made my decision. This whining will not induce me to consider more quickly. It is my answer and I shall render it when I wish to.

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[The Marquis is already in a mood today; Narvin's inquiry to him ate much of it for him. When Iago comes he sitting up at least, consulting a book other than his journal for once. A sidelong glance, then.]

What are you wearing?

[Iago looked down and shrugged once.] My uniform, apparently. [He lowered his voice slightly.] Not by choice.

Then by your choice take the jacket off at least. [He looked away.] I've had enough reminders of that debacle to last me a lifetime.

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[He did as he was told, not in the mood to argue, and then sat down, running his fingers through his hair.]

Can we talk now? I have a problem.

[Breathlessly] Of course, Iago. [A glance.] Did you bring me my souvenir?

...no. It's in my room. I didn't expect to be here. [He sighed.] I'll bring it for you after we talk.

[He didn't wait for a response before he continued on.]

Rex asked me to wear this. [He paused, as if that would have significant meaning. It certainly didn't to him.]

[Oh VERY WELL, IAGO. He supposes he can stand to be a grownup for a while and listen.] Why would he do that?

[Iago was more than a little awkward as he talked about this. It just wasn't in his nature to be so open with the subject.]

I don't know. He wanted to...pretend. He said it would 'spice things up.' [He paused. Maybe he should stop and explain. He did it in a hurry, as that wasn't really the important part.]

He chose me over Wichita. Just for the Barge. So I suppose we have a relationship again. But that doesn't matter now, as I'm not sure I know what he wants from me.

[There was a moment where the Marquis looked from his book to Iago, back to his book, to Iago again, mildly disbelieving.]

He --

[Another doubletake]

Iago, have you --

[Srsly wat]

Are you telling me you've never played games in the bedroom before?

Games?

[Now Iago was certainly awkward. He did not want to talk about this, but Rex had forced his hand with the deal that they had made. And he had no one else to explain these things to him.]

Games are not for the bedroom, Marquis.

Oh come now, Iago. Everyone plays games. Whether it's a private thought or something shared.

[The Marquis deflates a little.]

You realize you have in a matter of moments shattered every illusion I ever held regarding your intimate life. I do not think I shall ever overcome my disappointment.

Emilia certainly had more sense than to act on it and Judas... [Well, he wasn't going to get into Judas.]

I would hope you had no illusions about my intimate life, anyway. [Pause.] That's not the point!

I should think it is. You're more devious than that; I never would have figured you to be so...vanilla.

It isn't! [He folded his arms across his chest and sat back, pouting. Muttering:] I learned through my actions with Judas. [He was too busy being offended to be embarrassed now.]

Stop teasing me about it and help me.

What would you like to know, Iago?

Something. [He didn't know what to ask for. He went back to muttering.] He's asked me to have something to do tonight that's different. Since I rejected his idea.

Why did you reject his idea?

Because it was strange. [Meaning new and confusing.] I didn't like it. It wasn't right.

Wearing a uniform wasn't right.

Wearing the uniform and...pretending what he...I don't know. That wasn't right.

...Iago, have you ever read any of my stories?

I make a point to avoid them.

They're fictions. In future parlance, fantasies. Not real, meant to stimulate the senses and nothing more. Taking a role can be similar.

[Iago thought about this for a moment. He did respect his warden, yes...but he didn't know.]

Is it done, then? It's not...deviant? [He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.]

What do you mean when you say 'deviant'? [Mind you, he's a libertine. This was normal for him once upon a time.]

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