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[Private to Jesse | Audio]

I hope you've considered who you might visit first. I would personally recommend your brother.

Because now you're in a position to act on it.

[Private to Friends | Audio]

[Timed to later.]

I would prefer you keep it to yourselves, but it seems that finally my efforts have yielded some success. Mr. Pinkman has graduated. [And there's an element of disbelief there, too. A whole weight is lifting off of him.]

And very soon, I will be leaving.

[Private to Dr. McCoy | Audio]

I need to have a frank discussion with you, when you are in the mood and have the time.

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Not returning home, however I after the last few months I'm inclined to believe any destination will be workable. So long as I can make my own future.

But I do need to make what Arthas said true. I need to remove my mind from the boat before it slips again.

What's all this, then? [He gestures to the hand.] You're doin' all wrong. That's not how it goes. You ought to know better.

[He takes that hand and reals Jesse like a fish into a hug. No matter how much he's grown, he'd be better to not give up hugs.]

I'd greatly appreciate that. I'm not very good at putting myself back together.

[Fondly. He really wants to go where he can still do some good.]

Yeah, of course. Always. You, too, okay? I'll miss your quirkiness. And that hat! [Giggles.]

You rock, like, hardcore, so don't forget it.

[Giving up on that would mean he was used to getting hugged in the first place, and while the Barge has been kinder to him on that front than his old life, it's still not something he exactly plans for. But the truth is, he's so close to overwhelmed that he probably would have done it himself in another second, and he doesn't protest now, no matter how lame or gay or stupid it is.

He squeezes his eyes shut and puts his arms tight around the Doctor, taking a few beats to let himself be overwhelmed with the reality of things: that here, finally, is someone who believed in him, who got him here, and it's the last time they'll see each other.]

Believe me, I'm the last person to try to convince you to stay. This place isn't good for any of us, long term.

[He gives him a good squeeze, before taking him by the elbow and pulling out of it.]

Come on. I'm not about to leave you empty handed. [Freedom, in his opinion, was insufficient to Jesse's graduation. He needed some tools to face the world with.]

It's not been, no.

I was poorly matched. And I'm pleased to have finally succeeded this one. But I want you to remember- try to believe in more people when I'm done. Even if you can't stop them from making bad decisions, there's someone else here who can.

We're a forced community. We might not like it, but we are. We have been. And all it takes is a little bit of confidence in someone to make it better. It became difficult for me after a bit- try to do better than I did.

[Dick... honestly isn't sure if he has that in him anymore. Or right now, at least. It wasn't that he didn't trust people or couldn't give them the benefit of the doubt, but when he trusted people, things like that security breach with Ariadne happened, or the person you tried giving a second chance screwed it up and poisoned you.

He liked to think of himself as an optimist, and he still was, sometimes. Most of the time. But this place kind of seemed like it just wanted to beat that out of him once and for all, and he wasn't sure he could just say no worries, not a problem, everything's going to be fine. And he kind of hates that someone needs to tell him to be more optimistic now.

So he found himself settling for the next best thing.]

I'll try. [He means it, too, and it's not just trying to brush the situation off like it wasn't a big deal.]

And... thanks. For everything.

What, there's parting gifts, too? No one told me about that.

[He follows, but his smile fades thoughtfully -- there's been something on his mind for a while, and as much as he wanted to see his now-ex-warden before he left, that's not the only reason for his visit.] So, what... happens now? Exactly? I just tell him when I'm ready and I wake up in my car?

A good reason you ought to be more sure that you can believe in people, Dick? I very much doubt I would have kept myself together were it not for you and your brother and your father. You gave me a family when I needed it. Even with my brother here, you were always here as well.

[And that he doesn't mean lightly either.] If I had gone prematurely, this version of me was about to cease existing, become someone else with only quiet memories of having been myself. Simply being there saved this personality, this particular life.

Remember that in the future.

You can go back wherever you stipulate, as far as I know.

[He goes in and in the pile of junk he's heaped into the console room he finds a very nice tool-box. They are tools from Jesse's time, but expensive and state-of-the-art.]

Here you go. Better than you can buy in a store, and if you manage not to lose them they won't wear out on you.

Wherever. What about whenever?

[But he's distracted for a moment by the tools, brightening up.] Whoa. Sweet. [It's not like he really knows the difference, not yet, between what's good or what's bad, or even what some of them are, but he's pretty sure he can safely assume this is capital-G Good Shit. He's already opening the box, taking them out, poring over them.] Shit, yo-- there's like, eight kinds of wrenches in here. [This is a good thing, apparently.]

[These tools were made with the skin of his enemies! Don't lose them.

They're actually Dalekanium and made out of hull bits left in the TARDIS. He knows Jesse's graduated but by god he's giving him a toolbox and set that can stop bullets.]

I'm not sure about whenever. You can ask about whenever. I know a warden that returned to a spot in his past to relive a favorable time period in his life.

[He sits down with the toolbox, and he's going to keep playing with everything as he talks, because-- well, because Jesse, and chronically incapable of keeping his hands to himself. But he's pulled back to the issue by the Doctor's explanation, sobering up a little.]

What about a little while before I, um-- before the end? What about 20 minutes or so?

[He was so dazed after the gun went off that he doesn't have any idea how long he sat in that car, not really. But he remembers Mr. White's voice on the phone: "You'll have about a twenty minute lead."

Remembering the words after that -- "they're going to kill me" -- he amends.]

Maybe an hour?

I'm sure your memory will spring to mind every time I meet a reckless meddler. [He'll miss you, Doctor.

He looks away from the screen, taps his fingers. Goodbyes are hard and he's still not used to them.]

Possibly.

[He has a seat at the edge of the console of the TARDIS, crossing his arms in front of him.] Is something still bothering you? [Concern there. It seems like Jesse's still a little daunted by the whole lot of big out there.]

[He is -- he so very is. But more than that, in this moment, he's daunted by the one very big choice that remains. He addresses the tools, brow creasing.]

This place... this is supposed to be about second chances, right? About doing better. And I just thought... you know, it was only twenty minutes before Victor caught up with me that I killed Gale. [He still hesitates over the word, over the name, but less than he used to. He did it. It's like the Doctor said: it's time for accountability.]

So if the whole point of this is to want to change, he'd have to let me change that, right? If I asked? Make it so I never did it?

Then let me tell you some necessities of history.

[The decision, he knew, was ultimately Jesse's.]

Time bends. A single event in time, if altered, will either need to be filled with a proportionate event or the entire future will be altered uncontrollably. One action will alter other actions.

So whatever you choose, account for everyone involved with it.

You'll be able to go back to properly disliking me, now.

[They are. And they hurt. But he's gotten to be quite pro at them.]

I know. I thought of that.

[And now he really looks agonized, because this is what makes it such a difficult choice.]

If I don't kill him, Gus is gonna kill Mr. White. I know that, that's the whole reason I had to do it in the first place. Unless... I get Mr. White out of the way first.

[He puts down the hammer he's holding and links his hands behind his head, staring at the ground.]

I'd have to call the cops on him. DEA. His brother-in-law.

Edited 2012-07-03 07:29 (UTC)

You would have made a good CIA operative, Doctor. [Narvin's version of saying, "I don't dislike you."]

I made the best CIA operative.

[The Doctor's version of, "I'm not leaving without irritating your inferiority complex one last time. I'll miss it most."]

[Narvin scoffs. His inferiority complex is easily irritated.]

Hardly the best. Had you joined willingly, we might have been able to make something of you. But as it was you were undisciplined, uncontrollable, and incapable of following orders.

I know. That's what made me good at it.

[Proud of Narvin forever.]

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