Filtered away from Una, Beatty, and Edward Nygma, to avoid upsetting them.

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[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.]

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[Shego's kind of....deeply concerned about this tract of utmost nihilism and doesn't know what to do about it, but friendship is being there for your friends even when you don't have a plan and aren't sure you can improve the situation. Isn't it? Whatever, she's there at the infirmary anyway, and she brought coffee so you have to talk to her.]

Hey, Prefect.

[She doesn't tag on her usual 'Comrade' because, well, O'Brien. Yeah maybe she grew some tact at some point.]

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[By the time Shego arrives, Prefect's figured out that Barrons muscle spasming isn't about to wake him up, but he's still kind of blatantly preoccupied with his sleeping inmate. He glances around at the sound of Shego's voice, and offers her a weak smile.]

Hey, Sister.

[Oh, she brought Coffee! He automatically reaches for it, because clearly that is for him.]

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[gotgreenmagic]

[It is! You're a genius, Prefect. She drags over another chair and sits down, staring at Barron's comatose-ness for a moment.]

How long's he been...?

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[Prefect wraps his hands around the mug and gives a little shrug.]

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.

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[gotgreenmagic]

Yeah.

[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.

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[buywithme]

Oh, we were nowhere near as bad as he is.

[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.

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[gotgreenmagic]

Point. The only [fingerquotes!] 'problems' I ever really had were the ones I got while I was here.

[She mirrors his tiny smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.]

Do you actually, like...get on with him?

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[Prefect nodded.]

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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I don't think anybody thinks their dying will be the thing that changes things, I think they're just willing to allow that it might. They simply care about their cause so much that they would rather it lived on, than they did.

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[gotgreenmagic]

That's good. [Wait.] Not - not that he's like that? But that he reminds you of you in a way you can sympathize with. And hell, that you're still here. This place isn't exactly thick with wardens like you.

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[Shush with your stupid logic, George.]

How can you talk about that like you're okay with it? People who we know are going to die? Our friends are going to die! He didn't even--

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I just wish he hadn't left.

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I'm not going to leave. [Prefect said quickly, then he glanced at her, a little guiltily.] I mean... I do think about it, sometimes, but I don't think I'm going too.

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[She glanced sidelong at him.]

Ever?

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[Prefect gave a little shrug.]

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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[Eyebrow.]

There is a third option, y'know? Go someplace else. Someone else's world. I'm not going home when I'm done here.

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Because I am. Because we're all going to die some day, and it's terribly brave to die for something you believe in.

I know. I'm sorry.

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Don't you feel like... you should go back and fix things, sometimes?

[He pauses, scratching the back of his neck, before glancing across at her.]

Where will you go?

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He could have stayed here, and been a warden, and made other friends, and had a good life, and after all of that, the Party would still have been there for him to go and get killed by.

It's... time stops here, why couldn't he have waited?

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[gotgreenmagic]

I spent some time in Gotham after I graduated. Tim's world. I might go back there, I'm not sure yet.

[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.

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It may have been he just felt he couldn't have. Even if time has stopped, it's still...putting things off. Perhaps he feared it would eat at him.

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Harvey's world as well. What's it like there?

[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.

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I kept telling him that it would get better, eventually. That he'd feel better about everything...

...I'm sorry. It just keeps happening, and it isn't fair. It's never fair.

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[resultofwar]

[AND LOOK WHO'S BACK FROM HIATUS and commenting on this before announcing he's back to everyone. :V]

It's not about having a god complex.

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[buywithme]

[Acknowledging Prefect and his issues > Letting people know you exist!]

Maybe if you have some kind of exceptional godlike skills it's not about having a god complex.

[Also, Heero should definitely stay on as a warden ;-; /vote cast]

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It is difficult to get to know someone so well, and then not be able to see them again.