Jean Grey (
fireincarnate) wrote2015-01-31 01:27 pm
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Video | Backdated to 30th | Private To Phillip
[She's nervous.
There's no getting around it, really. This is her first Inmate since Jason, and while that went well - she was a different person, then. It feels like a lifetime ago.
But it doesn't show in her smile. (She's grateful, today, that Phoenix doesn't need to sleep; the shadows of her nightmares don't hang beneath her eyes.]
Hey, Phillip. I'm Jean.
[She gestures to the file on her desk.]
I wanted to talk to you, before I read this. I won't do it at all, if you don't want me to.
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That's considerate of you, though I'm not sure what exactly there is to talk about.
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What do you want me to know? What do you think I need to know?
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Read it. [He makes a face and shrugs a shoulder.] Or don't.
It doesn't matter to me.
[Only it does. It matters so much that it's enough to drive him insane, to drive him to do the terrible, unforgivable things he's done. It matters so much that he has to tell himself it doesn't to feign any sense of stability.]
It won't make a difference.
[And it might. He changed his name, tried to be someone else for a reason. He knew no one could accept him if they knew the things he had done. They'd be afraid of him. They wouldn't need him the way the Chamblers had. But he doesn't want to be needed and he doesn't want to be accepted by anyone here. So it does make a difference, but it's the difference he wants right now as long as it makes people like Jean keep their distance.]
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Do you really believe that, or is it just easier to say? [She knows what that's like. She's seen it so often, and done it herself. Fake it 'til you make it.]
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[His feelings about the Barge and what it stands for should be starting to become clear.]
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Look - I know you didn't choose to be here. I know that's not fair. But if you want to go back, you need to work with me.
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[And he hasn't. People seem to assume that's the end goal of every inmate here, but it isn't his. He doesn't care where he is; if he stays or goes. There's nothing to go back to in his world and there's nothing waiting for him anywhere else. He was expecting oblivion when Lilly pulled the trigger.]
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You don't have to. You can start a life somewhere else.
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That's a nice thought.
[But that's all it is.]
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Aren't you supposed to figure that out?
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[So, no.]
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Fine, I'm making an executive decision - I'll read your file. But I'd like you there with me while I do it.
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Fine.
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Wherever's fine with me.
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[But he nods and cuts the feed there to meet her outside the Enclosure.]
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She doesn't need to dress for warmth either, not any more, but - she still remembers the first time she wore this outfit, dashing into an African wilderness to save Charles. That mission went well; hopefully this does, too.
She still gets there the same time he does, though, because why take the steps when you can fly over them?]
Hey. Thanks for coming.
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Mmhm.
[He's not really any more for conversation in-person than he is over the communicator.]
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I've got water and snacks. [The words are light, as she opens the hatch and steps inside. She presses the intercom button, murmuring "Savage Land, please", before looking back at Phillip.]
Stick close to me, okay? No one can die in here, but still.
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I won't go wandering off on my own.
[He gestures for her to go on ahead.]
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