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I would remark with the same sourness how I did not expect the changes to last, but I for one prefer to be a little distinctive. Most are I suppose already aware of how vocal our current "Admiral" has become, and I do not bother to filter this message because I have every reason to believe he'll hear me no matter what I say.

If it's even a man. I will tell you that I do not think it is the Admiral.

Lucius, I will tell you and everyone else to stay off the main deck for now. It's becoming much too dangerous to traverse.

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Tell me what troubles you.

The mirrors. I can't...I keep seeing it in my head.

Come to my cabin.

[Iago didn't hesitate to come this time, unlike when he was an inmate. Knocking twice, he paced the short distance between the Marquis' door and the opposite side of the corridor while he waited.]

[Familiar dog barking, and then the Marquis opens the door. Renate runs up to Iago but doesn't jump. She, too, seems to sense there is something wrong, and she lays her ears back and whines.]

[Iago walked inside and put a hand on Renate's head gently, whispering something soothing to her.]

Marquis.

[He shuts the door. Renate laps at Iago's hand and wrist.]

You may stay as long as you wish. Have some wine. Sit before the fire. Try to relax.

You aren't expecting company? [He did as the Marquis asked, walking over to the fire and sitting in a chair casually. He called Renate to him with a snap of his fingers.]

I'd really rather not be here for that.

None of that sort. [He settles down on the sofa; he couldn't have Chief Stildyne in his bed every night, after all.] You needn't worry.

I think it was around this time that you read to me. Or a few weeks from now. When we first were paired together. [He ran his fingers through his hair, staring into the fire.]

I remember. [He watches Renate rest her head on Iago's leg, as it's really the only means she has of being helpful, and she looks up at him sadly. The Marquis, himself, leans forward to pour himself a little to drink.] I havre more of the same if it is what you desire.

Not now. I don't know what I want. [He attended to Renate quietly, scratching her behind the ears.]

Shouldn't you be with your own inmate?

You mean as you are with your own?

[He laughed.] The difference is...I don't care if mine dies or is thrown off the edge of the railing.

You're going to have to learn to care. And I care. However...Lucius has not been here long enough to know about things such as...mirrors requesting blood. And gender-bending floods.

I don't care. I don't have to care, do I? [He looked back, pushing Renate away gently.]

Even if it is simply because you are his Warden and it is your job, you must.

[His eyerolling at that was practically audible.] He thought I would push him in front of a car in Paris.

Were you planning to before he suggested it?

No. [He paused.] I wasn't planning on it. I had thought about it.

Your Inmate would drive you insane regardless of who it actually is, Iago. Because they're yours.

What do you mean by that? [He crossed his arms over his chest.] There are plenty of inmates I would get along with.

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