Three years. We've been friends longer than I've been a warden, and every time I got murdered or abducted or every time anything happened to either of us, we had each other. When you were in the Coma, she came by to visit me visiting you, Comrade. Kept offering to bring me things, like I was the one who was sick.
[Prefect's voice is a little hollow as he explains this, and he's staring at Barron, like everything about why this is important should be obvious. Because it's Shego, damn it. Finally, he tries to smile, and fails miserably.]
I don't know what I'm going to do here without her, Comrade. I really don't.
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Date: 2012-09-01 12:47 am (UTC)[Prefect's voice is a little hollow as he explains this, and he's staring at Barron, like everything about why this is important should be obvious. Because it's Shego, damn it. Finally, he tries to smile, and fails miserably.]
I don't know what I'm going to do here without her, Comrade. I really don't.