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[Hi Barge. There's a very serene looking Vulcan on the screen. She isn't quite smiling yet, but it's lying in wait.] In light of the recent flood, if anyone would like to discuss their experiences, I have a good deal of free time on my hands. Slade has slipped into a barge coma, it would seem. I've left him in his room, and intend to check in on him regularly: I believe he would prefer to be there than the infirmary, if that is acceptable.

[And there's the smile.] I'd be happy to speak with anyone who feels it would help them.

[She nods, and leans back, looking satisfied. The rest is directed toward her apparently now vast group of friends, though it's still public.] On an unrelated note, I've considered allowing my hair to grow out. [SHOULD SHE, BARGE?]

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You said you were still trying to rise above this weakness. I think you're mistaken.

You rise above any weakness by burying it.

No. No, Mark, you must embrace it. Accept it, and live with it. That is being strong.

...You're a fucking idiot.

You need to accept other possibilities.

[snarling] such as what.

Such as the ones I'm offering you.

...A nice sit down chat.

I'll pass.

No. A talk isn't what I'm offering, Mark, not only. You need much more than a 'chat.'

You're not making sense.

Let me show you.

...What.

What is it you want to show me. What is it, you are so DESPERATE to show me.

I want to help you, Mark. It may not take long.

[He is beyond arrogant.]

Okay.

Fix me Bitch.

[Yes he is. :| She looks vaguely annoyed for a moment, but it clears. She knows he'll apologize for that later.] I'll come to your room.

[He's completely relaxed. He's taken off his jacket and has his arms folded. He's a tiger in his element...and she's entering his cage.]

Hi there sweetheart.

[he grins]

[She isn't particularly concerned: she's learned from their last encounter, and she doesn't intend to let him get the upper hand.]

Hello, Mark. [She's even closing the door behind her.] You should sit.

[He goes over to a chair and sits]

And here comes the fucking talk.

[She walks toward him slowly, hands held behind her.] Tell me about your sister.

[That. Throws him off guard.]

...why.

[Progress. :|]

Because I imagine that is where a great deal of your anger stems from.

[His face twists into a sneer] She was my only family. She didn't deserve what happened to her.

She was perfect and better then all of you on this fucking boat.

She was a teacher. She taught. Another sign that she's better then all of you. She had kids, she fought for everything she had. We looked out for each other. Signs of a real... [long pause] human being.

[His brow furrows and he fixes her with a defiant look]

[She takes another step forward, hands falling to her sides.] Go on. What was she like as a child? Did you always get along? [She stopped in front of him, in reaching distance. She was waiting, just a little longer.]

[He takes a small step back]

It was just us. Us against the world. I fought to keep us from being split up. The foster care homes wanted us to. Adopt either me or her-but my mother told me keep her safe. Protect her.

And I...did that. She deserved to be protected and cherished.

[He continues, heedless] She liked to draw and write. I paid, out of my own fucking pocket, for her to go to Disneyland with the other kids. We fought like cats and dogs-I was the one who went to see our father buried. I was the one who fought his application to see her.

I saved her life. She was mine.

What's the matter. [malicious smirk] jealous?

[The smirk is ignored, an she takes another step forward, pushing him back into the seat with her left hand on his shoulder, her right reaching for the qui'lari points on his face. Her fingers settle and she makes the connection, but it isn't a traditional mind meld. She's asking his consciousness to bring up all his memories of his sister, make them clear as day and untinged by lies he may have accepted or told himself.]

You admired her. You cared for her. What happened?

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And derp, all of this is forward dated by about a day!

Indeed it is!

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