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Ω 08

Strip twister. The twentieth. No danger of flying balls. Well - not the rubber kind. Anyone interested, stop by my room. Level three, room fifteen. I think everyone could use the lift after that mess in the dining hall.

Speaking of, any new information on that? I saw someone was looking into the radiation.

Saxon, you've been quiet. That keeps up, you'll give me an ulcer. I don't like ulcers. Tell me you're not wearing those awful clothes anymore.

Did anyone get hit by this that I really ought to know about?

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And get chased out bedroom windows by irate husbands. [shakes his head] Or wives.

...Well, true. I try not to ruin marriages that aren't already ruined, though.

That's reasonable of you. [head to one side] Men like you are a complete mystery to me.

[Smiling] Oh yeah? Rakes?

No, leaders. Do you think I cannot see that under your rakishness? [his voice and ability to put sentences together has gotten stronger with the practice]

It puzzles me, because you're not like Percy at all. And yet... [a small shrug]

[Jack's smile gets a little tight, and he ducks his head.] Trust me, I'm not much of a leader.

Who's Percy?

I think you may be. Inspirational at least.

[he looks down]

My brother-in-law.

[His jaw's tightening, and all he's thinking about is how he inspired Ianto to go out and die with him.]

What's he like?

He is wise and strong-hearted. He is much smarter than people give him credit for being.

Sounds like a good guy.

He is. I wish I could be like him.

What's wrong with being just like you?

I'm not heroic.

[That got a laugh.] Neither am I.

[drops his chin] You don't understand. I have to find my honor again to be worthy of my wife.

[yes, that's convoluted silly Armand-logic]

[Jack tilts his head, frowning vaguely.] How's that?

I did something awful, dishonorable, to protect her. I am not worthy of her love at the moment. [If he was seeming chipper before, he now leaned back as if tired. This was a topic he normally avoided, but Jack was strangely easy to talk to.]

[Part of his charm. Jack frowned lightly, letting his hand rest on Armand's forearm.] You protected her, though. Sounds like the best thing you could've done.

[Armand worried his lower lip and turned his faced away.] There must have been a better way. I did what I did for her, but in the end, it was not my actions that saved her.

[OOC: I am really enjoying this. I hope you don't mind continuing slowly. I don't think this affects plot anywhere. I'm technically on hiatus but I want to finish existing things as they need finishing.]

Does that matter? [He's not even trying for eye contact. Too busy feeling like a hypocrite.]

(((Not at all! Jack's a harder character for me to keep up, so it's slow on my end as well. xp)))

It does to me and perhaps to God. I broke an oath, and betrayed a man to whom I owed my own life. He nearly died. [His voice isn't faint, but very low and rough with regret.]

[I just happen to be awake tonight.]

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Could be worse, Armand.

(((I envy your awakeness.)))

[Oh, how he's tempted to ask how, but he can think of at least two ways it could be worse.] Of course, you're right, but that it isn't worse is none of my doing.

[Jack smiles, just a little, and shakes his head.] You don't have to be the hero, you know. Not being the hero doesn't make your honor disappear.

[He grits his teeth to keep from retorting to that too quickly. Armand doesn't have the energy actually to argue with someone. So when the speaks, his words aren't particularly hot.] Tis dishonorable though to betray a man to certain torment. I feel the in my heart. I know I did wrong by him, and I cannot fix it.

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