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[theotherright]

Cabin 127. No calls, we text like men on our disney cruise phones.

If you send Arthur a message it will be read out loud in one of a selection of friendly automated voices!

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[redlightgreenlight]

[He can't see the look on her face, but she is highly amused and slightly annoyed. She's also starting to put things together.]

It's yourself you're angry at, isn't it?

[Because if it was just Crichton, then the anger should be shifting, not growing or staying the same. It shouldn't still be this type of agony.]

There's a lot of death on your hands. Purposeful. Accidental.

[Which would mean...He blames himself for his daughter's death. Perhaps not just a terrible accident then. Perhaps something more.]

Is it the accidental one that has you acting like this?

[theotherright]

Leave.

[ He says the word with the clarity and sharpness of a rifle's crack. His tone is vicious. His hands, stained as they may be with the memory of blood, are fists.

He is at his fucking limit. ]

I did not ask you here. You are not welcome. Leave.

[redlightgreenlight]

No

[theotherright]

[ He stares at nothing for several thin fractions of a moment, during which his face trembles and his insides are butterflied.

Then with a snarled curse, he hoists up his cane like a spear, touches the footboard of the bed to orient himself, and starts towards the door, fully intending to shoulder Valdis out of the way if she turns out to be between him and it. ]

[redlightgreenlight]

[Unfortunately for him, Valdis is an apex predator, Silence and stealth are second nature, and while he will not bump into her, her voice will whisper across his ear like a soft breeze. Her tone is soft and sad. ]

I'm sorry about your daughter, Arthur.

[Then in the other ear, her voice a little harder but still a whisper.]

But I don't have many friends, kill Crichton again and you will wake up next to him.

[theotherright]

[ Arthur flinches away from her voice. At first he thought of Valdis as an innocent player, someone who didn't ask to know about Faroe, but by now his ire is firmly centered on her as well. And if she can fucking feel that, if she's looking inside his head without his consent and seeing how thought-paralysingly pissed off _{and unhappy and afraid} he is, then good, maybe she'll finally leave him alone. ]

Don't. You don't fucking know anything.

[ But the warning makes him laugh unpleasantly. There it is: the angel of death is one more murderer on a ship full of murderers and monsters. He's no longer even surprised.

His emotions and Valdis's moving voice have thrown off his direction. He hits the doorframe before the door, hands first; the door sits not open, but out of flush with its frame. He mutters come on, come on, and the busted lock puts up no resistance as he pulls the door open by its edge.

Valdis can probably get the last word in for free here, if she wants. ]

[redlightgreenlight]

I know how it feels to have guilt over the death of innocents. I have simply carried it longer.

[She will slip out the door ahead of him, so close that he will feel the brush of air as she moves.

This definitely didn't go as planned.

He has too much anger for her to be of any use.]