It did happen, Comrade. [Prefect dropped his hands from his face, staring at Barron, his expression hollow and pained.] Get your communicator, and go back through your entires, and you'll find one where you go: "The flood didn't wear off on Prefect so I want a new warden" and then twenty comments of me asking you why you don't love me anymore. It happened. It all happened. It happened to you before, you just don't remember because you keep using your power and acting like you don't lose anything from it!
[Prefect's voice broke, his eyes were red ringed and wet with tears that he'd been trying to cram back into his eyes.]
Fuck O'Brien, Comrade! Fuck O'Brien, and fuck Beatty, and fuck Edward Nygma! The only person in this place whose hands I want to stay clean are yours. Everyone else can go look out for themselves!
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Date: 2011-08-27 06:18 am (UTC)[Prefect's voice broke, his eyes were red ringed and wet with tears that he'd been trying to cram back into his eyes.]
Fuck O'Brien, Comrade! Fuck O'Brien, and fuck Beatty, and fuck Edward Nygma! The only person in this place whose hands I want to stay clean are yours. Everyone else can go look out for themselves!