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[sharpememory]

Prefect's hurt. Dying maybe. There for days. Level three, room fourteen to sixteen. Don't know which. Send doctors.

[OOC: There may be some in universe late replies, once Prefect has gone to the infirmary and Barron can reply properly. c:]

Comments

private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I don't know. You still friends with Beatty? Because if you are, you won't be for much longer.

Re: private

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

I'm not

I don't.

I don't have friends, comrade.

What did Beatty do?

private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Tried to kill Prefect, by the look of it. Beat the shit out of him, left him in a room for the flood. By the sound of it, it was because of you.

Re: private

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

[His tone is now flat. Very, very flat.]

He didn't want him dead. [that's just guesswork, but he's fairly sure.]

What did he say?

private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I think he would have died if he was there much longer. You can make your own conclusion about that.

Why don't you ask Prefect yourself? You could probably apologize at the same time.

Re: private

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

[pause, he's thinking about what Beatty said. Back to flat.] He didn't intend him to die.

What, comrade, am I apologising for?

private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

You didn't see Prefect's face and the rest of it. It was pretty clear, man.

Prefect was rambling, but it was something about Beatty not liking you being friends with Prefect.

Re: private

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

I'm not friends with anyone. [The flat went into a bite of anger there. But he kills it.]

Beatty didn't want him dead.

private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Which is worse, dying and coming back or spending more than three days chronically injured in a room on your own?

Re: private

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

You don't need to tell me there are worse things than dead.

I wasn't saying it was better. Just that he didn't want him dead. It's a fact.

private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

What's the difference, man? He wanted to hurt him. He wanted to make him suffer. That's some messed up shit.

Re: private - switches to text again.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure

He was doing it

That's humanity, comrade.

[Said coldly. So coldly you could keep ice cream in it.]

private - text.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

If you say so.

Re: private - text. - also, contradicted my own format there. GO ME.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Not opinion. Just fact.

private - text. - ;-;

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Whatever. I'll see you later in the week.

Re: private - text. - ;-;

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Yes, comrade.

[paaaaaaause, then added]

Make sure he's alright.

[That's the closest you get to concern]

private - text. - ;-;

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I will. He's my warden and that. It's practically my job.

Re: private - text. - ;-;

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

If you think so.

private - text. - ;-;

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I know so.