162 - hand on heart. heart still in jar. prognosis: Bad.

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Ah-- I'm sorry I've not had a chance to make this announcement sooner, Comrades. Things have been... well, I'm sure you all know how things have been.

[Prefect's voice is a little raw right now, he's sitting on his bed, which is pushed up against the concrete wall of his cabin.]

I've been asked to act as interim warden for Edward Nygma until he's assigned someone permanently, so if there are any problems with his behavior, or if anyone has a problem with him that requires a wardens attention, then please let me know.

[He lifts a hand now, to rub it down over his eyes. He looks tired as hell.]

And-- I know after a port like that, this is probably a very foolish thing to ask, but Comrades, Brothers, Sisters... How are you all?

[The hand shifts around to cup on the back of his neck, and he stares at the communicator, his expression absent, if not unhappy.]

I know some people were able to help each other, while we were down there. Some people were just able to survive. There were a lot of things that I missed, or I couldn't focus on. So-- If anyone wants to talk about any of that, or... about anything at all? I'd be happy too.

Barron? Mr. Nygma? Please let me know how you're holding up?

[Private to Lua, maybe twenty minutes later]

WHY IS IT BACK IN MY ROOM?

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[surrenders]

[sup Prefect, she doesn't want Ladd to kill you again either, even though she doesn't know what him having killed you a second time means for anyone involved]

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[Prefect is still pretty clearly worn out as heck when he opens the door, but he's holding the jar in his hand awkwardly, and offers it to her before even saying hello. As if catching his own rudeness here, he frowns a little sheepishly, and steps back into the room, to invite her in this time.]

Sorry, Sister. Having this thing just... pop back up like this is really creepy.

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[surrenders]

[A quick, nervous nod, like she really wants to get out of here, but she steps in, studying his face with a halfway look like maybe he knows what happened.]

You don't know how it got here?

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[Prefect shakes his head quickly, folding his arms, as if he's cold.]

It was here when I got back from the infirmary. Maybe longer... I just... I don't know, Sister.

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[She shakes her head at how crazy this is.] Should be trying to go back to him, if anybody.

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It's a disembodied heart in a jar, Sister. It shouldn't be going anywhere.

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But you did magic on it or something or he'd have gotten killed back then, right? It should be going back to him, it's his. [She cannot believe this conversation is happening, but. Barge.]