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championoftime) wrote2012-06-08 09:46 pm
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[He can't take his eye off his inmate for too long because that is a very seriously volatile conversation. But he needs to quickly say something.]
This is the Doctor. And if you're out there, and you've travelled with me...
Take care of yourself. Make a better future. I'm going to be somewhere in it, sometime.
[Whether he gets responses or not, this is at least said.]
This is the Doctor. And if you're out there, and you've travelled with me...
Take care of yourself. Make a better future. I'm going to be somewhere in it, sometime.
[Whether he gets responses or not, this is at least said.]
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[He notices the difference, but doesn't want to get too hopeful. Not yet, not until he knows what's going on. He is hopeful despite himself, though.
He knocks on Jesse's door shortly after.]
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Jesse himself is maybe sort of a snapshot of what went down, because it's clear that he's been through a wreck over the last couple of hours, tearstained and rumpled, but up close, there's definitely a kind of peace to him. Not happy, but... still. He's not even smoking.
He waits till the door is locked again before speaking.]
It's over.
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How much of it is over?
[Him and Walt? Or significantly more. Does he have the ability to mourn in peace? Has he said good-bye forever? Are the last straggling threads of futile rage gone?
He can hope...]
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All of it. It's all... I told him goodbye. I told him it was over.
[He tells this information to the floor, but as soon as it's out of him, he looks up at his warden, looking for something. Approval? Confirmation? Reassurance? Maybe not, because he doesn't seem uncertain at all about it; there's even something like pride behind his eyes. But maybe he just needs to be reminded, after hanging up on the man who changed his life so much -- for better or worse -- that that's a good thing.]
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[He's careful to say the word man rather than lad or boy. He's grown into it. He goes over to sit beside of Jesse, putting an arm around his shoulders, even if he seems emotionally spent. It's quite a bit to go through.]
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There's more he wants to say, but he takes a minute to gather his thoughts, assembling them into something coherent before he speaks.]
You were wrong, you know. [It's not accusatory, and he sort of shakes his head, to say that he doesn't need to be interrupted or corrected, here.] Not about-- what he did. You weren't wrong about that. It's right there in the file, and anyway, he admitted to it. He says... said... it was his biggest regret.
[His lips thin a little at that; he's not sure how to feel about that. He's not sure how to feel about any of it, but that's why he's still talking, after all.]
But... the why. It wasn't about power, it wasn't about control. Or not just that, anyways. I mean, maybe I'm stupid or naive or brainwashed to believe any of that, or to believe anything he says, but... I do.
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[That's true, too. The Doctor might have his doubts, but if Jesse has quit, then some positive thinking isn't so bad. Some people need to care despite everything.]
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He says he did it to protect me. That he-- he figured it was her life or mine, that it'd get me off the dope if she died, and...
["It will always be you, Jesse. Do you understand? I will always choose you."]
And, um. [He's getting choked up, now, but he pushes on.] I get it, I do, because that was the same way with Gale. I tried... so hard not to do it. I begged him to stop, call the cops, whatever it took. And we should've, I know that now, just like he should've called the ambulance. But I still... when he called me, told me to do it, I still thought the same thing. I still did it.
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[He's hesitant about the next statement.] I don't know that you intend to speak with Claire again or not. But she misses you a great deal- the you that's the real you, not the angry you.
You should at least tell her when you're prepared to. Only when you're prepared to, of course.
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[Again, a beat; this time, he takes it to catch his breath, push back the tears.] I told her... I'm probably getting out of here soon. [He catches his warden's eye.] Right?
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To be honest, I haven't a clue why you're still on my item. Perhaps you have to account for some of the things you did while you were angry. [He's obviously having to think on it, though.]
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Except... that doesn't mean I have to apologize to Narvin, does it?
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Sometimes accounting for your actions is different from apologizing, really. It's realizing how much harm you might have done.
But, as I mentioned, I'm only speculating. I'd much rather you resolve the situation with Claire first. I know she was hurting for your absence.
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I did. I mean, on my end... I'm not gonna make her answer me, especially if she's still pissed off. Honestly, man, she might be better off not.
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It's... he... [He toys with the edge of a sleeve, biting his lip, his voice dropping back into the small.]
He called me his son.
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But he never expected the guy to say that. That he was loved. And Christ if it hadn't made it a thousand times harder to turn the communicator off after hearing it.
But he still had.]
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I... told him I knew, and I said... if he really loved me, he'd turn himself in. [His eyes are damp, but he's not crying anymore, not right now; he just stares at the floor, seeing the last tableaux of the man, partner, father, he'd seared into his memory.]
And he said he'd talk to our lawyer. [He even smiles, a little, at that.] And he told me to be good... and that was it.