needshumility | 1.1.01.01.38: green sector east.

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1.1.01.01.38: green sector east.

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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Because... part of me wants to stay. Doesn't want to leave you, and feels guilty for it.

I guess 'please' won't make a great deal of difference, will it?

You should go. You have things to take care of. A wife. A child. Becoming a Colourman.

No, it won't. Drop it. I can't do this.

But...

You're upset, Jane. I can see that, but what can I do... I don't...

I can't do this.

I'm not upset!

There's just nothing we can do about this and I knew it would happen when my first two inmates left and I was stalling for almost five months.

So this has nothing to do with you.

You sound it!

...Except it does. I could choose to stay. I just... I don't think I should.

Then don't.

But I don't want to upset you.

...and what did you think would happen?

Pretty much this.

But I could hardly lie to you.

Of course you couldn't.

Eddie, you're going to leave, and there's nothing I can do to stop that. [Pause.] I want you to stay. But you're right. You probably shouldn't.

No.

I just... I wanted this to last longer.

It cou-

Stop, Eddie. Stop.

I...

I will.

You can come here if you want.

Are you sure?

Yes, Eddie. Just for now.

Alright. I'll... I'll see you shortly.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

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