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[sharpememory]

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[Barron sounds shaken.] Wardens. All of you. I want to know what "evidence" you think you have. Because there is no way that I would do that to two people. I didn't kill anyone. I couldn't do something like that.

[Filtered to Prefect, Olive, Loki, Eddie Nygma and Sarah Harding]

You guys. Out of all of them, you have to know that I wouldn't have done something like this. And I- [He stops. And sounds even more miserable when he continues.] I'm not going to lie to you, I confronted O'Brien about Prefect. But that was it. I spoke to him and left, hours ago. I don't know why he did what he did or whether he's trying to frame me, but you all have to believe me that I didn't have anything to do with it. I probably shouldn't have spoken to him at all, but I just couldn't have known that he would react this way. I never wanted this to happen.

[OOC: Barron's replies will either be before or after he's admitted what happened to Prefect. Feel free to specify if it's before or after in your subject line. c:]

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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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[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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[Prefect nodded, he almost didn't trust his voice, but he spoke anyway:] It's going to be okay. I promise you, we're going to make this okay. [He reached out, and put his hand on Barron's arm, carefully avoiding any skin on skin contact.]

Come into your cabin, we'll go back over your journal entries, and mine, and figure out what's happened since you got here. I brought you a pad, so-- if you need to take notes on anything, then you can.

[He squeezed Barron's arm lightly, reassuringly.] I'll tell the wardens that this wasn't your fault, then we'll go down to Zero for a couple of days, just to get away for a little bit, and to figure all of this out, okay?

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[Barron wanted to shove Prefect off, to demand to know what exactly proved that the journal entries were real, but what was the point of it? There wasn't exactly a lot else that he had to work with.]

Alright. [Barron said eventually, realizing that Prefect bringing along the pad and paper meant that he'd always intended this to happen. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. But considering he was currently in the best case scenario aside from getting away with it entirely, he wasn't about to question it.]

How many days is a "couple"? [Barron said, assuming that the 'we' only extended to Prefect walking him down there.]

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Maybe two or three? Just... long enough for this to blow over, and for us to get our foundations down again. [Prefect pushed open the door to Barron's cabin, and waited for his inmate to enter beside him.]

Maybe I could talk to the Admiral, to see if there's any way you could try to recover the memories you've lost as well? I'll send him a message later.

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Two or three whole days? [Barron let hurt bleed into his voice. It may have been far better than expected, but it didn't mean that he was happy about it. He walked into his room though, shoulders hunched and looking at the floor.]

And you could get the Admiral to try, but it seems pretty impossible to me. [Everyone knew things like that didn't happen. Blowback was blowback.]