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Date: 2011-08-27 06:34 am (UTC)
[Oh god, why was Prefect crying? Barron was trying to rationalize it, but there was no reason for it. Nothing except the con that Prefect was doing, but was it a con?]

There's no journal entry of that. [Barron said, even though he hadn't checked his communicator for days. But worse still, what Prefect was saying made sense. Far too much sense.]

I don't- [Barron started to say, trying to process what Prefect had been saying, the way that he'd just denied all those people. Barron clenched his hands into fists. Nothing else mattered but them. That made them something like friends, didn't it? Something like family? He was hit by the recollection of Anton's mother, filling the open wound on her sons neck with ash so he'd never forget. Over and over again. He looked up at Prefect. All he had to do was say that one thing. Those few little words. It was almost a physical effort, but he had very little memory of where he was, what was going on and even who Prefect really was. It wasn't something he'd ever done before. But now, it had to be happen.]

I think I need you to help me. [Barron said very slowly, maintaining eye contact with Prefect.]
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