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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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[He watched her carefully,]

And I still... didn't choose... I'd never choose her.

I know. [She glared at the floor now.]

I hate her. I hate all of them. I hate that I have to cling to days with you because they won't let this happen. I hate that I'm going to be here and miss you, but you won't miss me. And then, even then, I have to see you and pretend I don't care, even when everyone else knows the truth!

I hate it too. I hate all of it. I really hate it, but... I don't know what to do.

[She walked over and pulled him into a searing kiss. She was angry, so very angry, but he had effectively forced her to turn her anger to something else. No longer was he the bad guy, but National Colour had resumed its rightful place in the hateful part of her mind.]

[He hadn't expected that at all. He expected to be punched. And the kiss was almost like being punched, as surprising as it was. He kissed her back firmly, once he caught his breath. This... was more like it, in a way.]

I suppose so. I only mean I don't hold it against you.

I appreciate that, George.

[Jane pulled him close, taking a quick breath before wrapping her arms around his neck.]

I'm not angry with you.

[He put his arms around her and smiled at her,]

I'm glad. I really am.

I'll see you soon anyway. Soon for you, at least. [She put her finger to his lips.] But you can't say anything if I don't show up right after. You know the Admiral is tricky.

[He nodded and smiled, pulling away from her finger a little,]

I won't. I couldn't say a word.

Good. [She thought for a moment and then kissed him again.] Stay?

[He just grinned a little sheepishly,]

Absolutely.

[She nodded, not even talking. She just held him close and tried to imagine that the more she kissed him, the longer she held him, the longer she could keep him with her when he was gone.]

You're correct.

I would say 'it's complicated' or 'well technically' or 'looms', but then we'll be talking for the next hour and I wouldn't want that.

It solved the mess quite well, to be honest. There just was that little hitch of getting pregnant.

I think it is sincere enough. Shego did not accept my apology, and I did not offer one to Amanda. I do not believe what she did was right, only severely misguided.

You need not appreciate it. All should know it was not your fault.

It certainly sounds complicated.

Wait... who got pregnant? Because that sounds like...

Why didn't she accept it? What did she say?

Hm. I'd rather all didn't know anything else.

She did not, after I expressed that she was not obliged to. I do not know why, perhaps she thought be insincere. I do not want to force her into agreement.

I will mention it to no one.

Nor should you.

Come to my room, I've got some things for you.

I suspected so.

I shall. What manner of things are these?

Some things you might find interesting.

They're very like our network devices. I use one to access it. They are small, personal computers capable of a great many audio, visual, and textual actions.

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