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buywithme[Video clicks on. Prefect's sitting beside his comatose inmate in the infirmary, and looking... well... looking tired. He pressed one hand across his eyes, rubbing them, before glancing towards the camera again.]
When Eddie Russet left, he said he was going to try and change things in his world. To go... start a revolution, or join one. To try and change his world, even if he died in the process. Sonmi was the same. I don't know if anyone here got a chance to know her, really, but she was my inmate, before Barron. She was a worker. Born and bred and destined to be a worker, and she fought them. Like my workers fought me.
[He smiles, his gaze dropping from the Camera to stare out into space a little.]
I couldn't help her. I still don't fully understand why she was an inmate here, when she was a much better person than I was. She deserved... I don't know, he deserved to win. And when I think about that, I think, my workers? The people who killed me? They deserve to win too. They deserve a life outside the Factory. [He brings a hand up to scratch at his eyes, frowning now.] But-- but they won't get one, because the Factory is vast. It's vast, and it's powerful and it's omniscient, and it doesn't really need them. And it won't die in it's sleep. So they all lose, and none of them get that other life that they deserve, only I do. It's only me. [He drops his hand down again, staring into space, his expression desolate.]
Sonmi, and then Eddie, and now O'Brien. I guess Beatty too, eventually. I don't know if... if it's about atonement or suicide. Sometimes I think... eventually, I'll go back too. I'll have too, because if I don't actually try to change it, if I don't actually go out there and do something to fix what I did to all those people, then nothing that I've done here actually has any meaning. Nothing that I believe about justice, or freedom, really means anything.
[He finally glances back towards the Camera again.] I hate it though. I hate that they choose that. They just-- what kind of god complex do you have to have to think that your death, that your going back and fighting the good fight and dying will be the thing that changes anything? I'm sorry, Comrades, but Newsflash: This is not actually the end of history! The Factory is not infinite, eventually your totalitarian regime will fall with or without your intervention, and you have been lied too!
[His voice has sped up towards the end of this little speech, and his tone has hardened and he's openly agitated. As he finishes, however, Barron shifts slightly in his coma. It's really just a twitching muscle, but none the less, Prefect's attention is abruptly redirected to fawning over his unconscious form.]
When Eddie Russet left, he said he was going to try and change things in his world. To go... start a revolution, or join one. To try and change his world, even if he died in the process. Sonmi was the same. I don't know if anyone here got a chance to know her, really, but she was my inmate, before Barron. She was a worker. Born and bred and destined to be a worker, and she fought them. Like my workers fought me.
[He smiles, his gaze dropping from the Camera to stare out into space a little.]
I couldn't help her. I still don't fully understand why she was an inmate here, when she was a much better person than I was. She deserved... I don't know, he deserved to win. And when I think about that, I think, my workers? The people who killed me? They deserve to win too. They deserve a life outside the Factory. [He brings a hand up to scratch at his eyes, frowning now.] But-- but they won't get one, because the Factory is vast. It's vast, and it's powerful and it's omniscient, and it doesn't really need them. And it won't die in it's sleep. So they all lose, and none of them get that other life that they deserve, only I do. It's only me. [He drops his hand down again, staring into space, his expression desolate.]
Sonmi, and then Eddie, and now O'Brien. I guess Beatty too, eventually. I don't know if... if it's about atonement or suicide. Sometimes I think... eventually, I'll go back too. I'll have too, because if I don't actually try to change it, if I don't actually go out there and do something to fix what I did to all those people, then nothing that I've done here actually has any meaning. Nothing that I believe about justice, or freedom, really means anything.
[He finally glances back towards the Camera again.] I hate it though. I hate that they choose that. They just-- what kind of god complex do you have to have to think that your death, that your going back and fighting the good fight and dying will be the thing that changes anything? I'm sorry, Comrades, but Newsflash: This is not actually the end of history! The Factory is not infinite, eventually your totalitarian regime will fall with or without your intervention, and you have been lied too!
[His voice has sped up towards the end of this little speech, and his tone has hardened and he's openly agitated. As he finishes, however, Barron shifts slightly in his coma. It's really just a twitching muscle, but none the less, Prefect's attention is abruptly redirected to fawning over his unconscious form.]
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-05 11:53 pm (UTC)Hey, Sister.
[Oh, she brought Coffee! He automatically reaches for it, because clearly that is for him.]
Re: [Spam]
Date: 2012-01-05 11:59 pm (UTC)How long's he been...?
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:08 am (UTC)Eleven days. I think he's going to wake up, and be all right. All of his things are still here.
[He lifts the coffee up, and takes a little sip, before lowering it again.]
I know no one else really likes him, but he just has a lot of problems.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:10 am (UTC)[She can't really argue with that, because she thinks he's a douche.]
But hey - we graduated, right? So I guess there's hope for everybody.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:13 am (UTC)[Prefect replied, a tiny smile tugging at the edge of his mouth, at last.]
Or... I might have been a little bit, but you never even came close to being this much of a trainwreck, Sister.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:18 am (UTC)[She mirrors his tiny smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.]
Do you actually, like...get on with him?
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:26 am (UTC)Yeah. I really really like him, Sister. I feel like in a lot of ways, he's kind of like I was when I first got here. He does really bad things, without quite understanding why they're bad, and... I'm not saying that he didn't have a choice about the crimes he committed, because he did, but... he was kind of born into circumstances that led him into this specific function that he fulfills, and it's really hurt him.
[His grip on the coffee cup tightens slightly, and he lifts it to take another sip.]
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Date: 2012-01-06 12:30 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:37 am (UTC)Re: [Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:38 am (UTC)Ever?
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:45 am (UTC)I don't know. Not in the immediate future? I don't really like the idea of staying here indefinitely while everyone I know outgrows it and leaves either, but... I really don't want to go back to the Factory and die a painful death in a futile revolution.
[And somehow it's starting to seem like that's the done thing for men in his situation.]
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Date: 2012-01-06 12:47 am (UTC)There is a third option, y'know? Go someplace else. Someone else's world. I'm not going home when I'm done here.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:52 am (UTC)[He pauses, scratching the back of his neck, before glancing across at her.]
Where will you go?
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Date: 2012-01-06 12:57 am (UTC)[She leans forward, lacing her fingers together.]
There's not a whole lot I could do to fix anything I did. I could - apologize to some people? I guess? But I don't think anyone'd appreciate it, and honestly I'm not all that sorry.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 01:09 am (UTC)[From descriptions he's heard, Prefect suspects he wouldn't do too well there himself, but he still asks.]
I don't know if there's much that I could do either. I am sorry for it though. [He drops one hand from the mug and picks at the fabric of his trousers, frowning.]
Maybe I can just make my deal for everyone who died because of me to be alive again, and then walk away with a clean conscience. Like I was never there.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 12:37 pm (UTC)[She mulled over Prefect's suggestion for a while, frowning faintly.]
You could. Or you could use it for something that might actually help the people who're still alive right now.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 03:35 pm (UTC)[He glanced forward again, considering her suggestion.]
I could. I don't know, maybe I should do that... Do you think it'd be enough?
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Date: 2012-01-06 06:15 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 07:31 pm (UTC)I don't know. I thought that... If I left, and if everything I did from now on was good, and was to help people to do better, I thought that would be enough. But I don't know, Sister. I don't know if it is. I mean, what good is this to all of the people who I hurt?
Re: [Spam]
Date: 2012-01-06 09:55 pm (UTC)I dunno that you necessarily need to make...reparations. And honestly? From what you've told me about the Factory, if it hadn't been you it would've been somebody else.
[Spam]
Date: 2012-01-07 04:24 pm (UTC)Maybe, my deal could be... for the Admiral, or an Admiral to make those people an offer. So that they at least have a chance.
Re: [Spam]
Date: 2012-01-07 04:39 pm (UTC)Yeah. That could work.