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So we all know each other's... well buried secrets.

Except, I imagine that they're still quite well buried. They all came at once - and unless you put the effort in to go back and read everyone's... it's hard to remember who said what, except the people you were really paying attention to. Especially if you were trying to control the damage someone else was doing, or making huge confessions of our own.

[Warden filter, minus Jane]

Two questions, everyone:

Does anyone have any... technology I could ~~borrow~~ have? Nothing dangerous or lethal. It doesn't even have to be useful. Just anything that post-dates either Victor, or tractors. Some are for him, some are for other purposes.

Secondly, does anyone have... children? Just as a query.

[Filtered to Prefect, Narvin, any other painfully bureaucratic wardens]

Um.

Is there something you need to do or fill in when an inmate graduates? Like... something official?

I'd hate to miss any formalities and you seem the sort of gentlemen who would know.

[Private to the Admiral]

I'd like to change my deal. I'd like, specifically, the following Univisual paints:

[INSERT LONG LIST OF hue-brightness-saturation NUMBERS HERE]

Many thanks in advance.

[Private to Jane]

Victor's going to graduate.

I... I think I might go home. ~~mostly to punch dad.~~

Stop me, if you want. I'm not sure why, I just feel like... the longer I stay here, the more complacent I get.

I... asked for my deal to be changed back to the original. I supposed that was the less selfish option.

Do what you like with yours, but I'd... please think of Dorien.

Come to my room tonight.

[Private to Victor]

Did you have that conversation with Rex?

And... I hope you don't think I'm too much of a bad man. For... everything with Violet.

[Private to George]

I'm sorry if I was... short with you. I didn't realise that...

Things work differently at home, I think.

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Two of the three. One of the partners happened because it was the only way to get myself out of a mess.

Yes, I have an spare Ipod he'd enjoy.

I have severe amnesia, I can't remember my life after the Academy.

[Jane didn't know what she was going to say to him tonight. She didn't know what she was supposed to say. This was not the usual situation. Part of her wanted to go with him, and, had she no inmate, she would have. Her deal wasn't as important as his had been.]

Ultimately, I became a fugitive - a price was placed on my head. I was imprisoned for a short time.

... Which sounds dreadfully like home.

Hm.

...how does that not get you into more of a mess?

...ipod being?

Ah. Doesn't that bother you?

[He was a little nervous. Jane made him nervous in all sorts of ways usually, but he'd got relaxed and used to it of late. And now it was coming back to him and he didn't really want to be used to it any more. Not that he knew he could never be so relaxed at home. Now being relaxed with her just made him ache a little.

But he wanted to see her. He wanted this to be okay. So he knocked on her door, more than a little nervously.]

Things happen for a reason. 'These things happen'... let all sorts of things happen in the end.

[She opened it without saying anything and thrust a cup at him. It had tea in it, at least.]

Hello, Eddie.

[He took the cup, a little surprised,] Hello, Jane.

[She moved away and sighed a bit.]

I don't know what I should say to all of this.

[He frowned and stepped inside,]

I don't know either, Jane. I wish I did.

But... if I stay, I... I'm already at the point where I don't want to go back.

I don't want to go back, either. [She looked down.] I will say this once because I'm not going to beg you to stay but...if you want to stay, I won't blame you for it. I wouldn't think less of you. And no one would know. We would have the paints, but...there are other things we could have to help us.

[She sat down, looking away from him.] But that would be what I would say if I was being very selfish.

[He moved a little uncomfortably and looked into his cup of tea in thought,]

It's... not that someone would know.

It's that I might get so used to it I might never return. Because no matter of the awful things that happen here... it's easier. It means I don't have to deal with... yes.

But I will leave eventually. We have to. [She didn't know what she was trying to say or do. She didn't know what she was wanting from him. She knew that the right thing was to let him go. It would be better. It would give them time apart, which was all that they would be able to do at home.]

A music player. He'll enjoy fiddling with and taking it apart and if it fails I can fix it quite easily.

Yes. [The response is a little short.] …Perhaps the Admiral will be good enough to revert me to a time where I had that information. As it is, my memory is so full of holes and confusion that there's really nothing I can do about it.

We do. But we might get selfish, might get... might just want to stay. Might get scared. I don't know.

[Except he did, because he had quite bit of those already.]

I thought as much. I do know my own inmate.

Can he do that? Really? Do you trust him to do that?

[Jane scoffed at that.] I'm not scared. We have a duty. If I had graduated an inmate, I would be going. It's what has to happen! [She knew that she kept contradicting herself, but that was mainly because she didn't know what to say. Or feel.]

Well, I... Jane, I am. And I hate all the things I have to go back to, but I have to accept them.

[pause]

Do you really want... I'll stay if you really want, but... hm.

Didn't say otherwise.

He has done that, that's how I recall as far my Academy days and I double check with Rassilon. As he was there, and has his memories intact, he'll be able to point out inconsistencies. So no, not particularly trust him, he simply hasn't implanted a false history. [pause.] Yet. In that particular context.

...You trusted him... enough to mess around with your mind... even if it proved to be accurate, that's... a lot.

[She clenched her hand into a fist, her mood changing abruptly.] Don't put this on me! Make a decision on your own and stick with it! [The anger was hiding how upset she really was.]

I made it, but now I'm doubting it, Jane! I... I don't want to leave you alone, not with the... not with anyone here, really.

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