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- [comm] lastvoyages,
- ain't nobody got time for this,
- basically hideous,
- being a loose cannon nbd,
- bond why,
- do not ever follow this man's example,
- don't mess with me,
- esther definitely lied,
- esther is probably lying,
- god he needs therapy,
- he's going drinking after this,
- i hate feelings,
- i've come,
- it's been fun,
- last rat standing,
- now won't you please disappear,
- so much therapy,
- stop doing dumb things bond
♠ | 023 | Video
[When the feed comes on, it's to Bond's back, moving away from the camera. It only takes a moment for him to get far enough away that it's clear where he is - an empty, Barge standard room - and that he is not alone. Esther is sitting in a chair facing the camera. Bond steps around her, pulling off his tie and tugging her hands up to bind them in front of her. When he looks up at the camera, it's brief, and only to assure himself that the recording light is on.
As Esther rouses, she focuses, and immediately begins to tear up.] What are you doing? Let me go!
Stop that. [Bond is short with her, his patience gone. He's been back less than an hour; of course Esther would be the first to run into him.
When Esther shows no intention of obeying, Bond steps in front of her - not to hide that he backhands her, because that much is clear even without direct line of sight. He starts speaking without looking at the camera, moving around behind Esther again. He ignores her tears, and more than that, her cries for help.]
Usually I don't mind a good lie. [He reaches for the ribbon around her neck, and grabs a fistful of her hair when she shrieks and tosses her head. When he tears it away, there's a scar around her collar. He has to raise his voice, because the moment he pulls it free, she starts screaming like a wild thing, not the prim little girl she's been pretending to be.] But I think this one's gone far enough.
[Her wrists are next, and Bond pulls her arms up. Esther struggles, half rising; Bond shoves her back into the chair, and rips away the ribbons on her wrists, revealing more scars.]
Most of you will remember a flood where the Admiral thought it would be a good laugh to send us back to our youth. [He throws her arms back down, glaring a warning, and pulls a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. Bending over her shoulder, he drags the cloth over her face, holding up the makeup stained pocket square for the camera. He returns to the task, hand tight in her hair to keep her still, acting as though her shrieks don't phase him. The more makeup he wipes away, the less child-like she looks.] Esther tried to convince us that she'd been aged up instead of down. [Grabbing her by the jaw, he forces her mouth open so he can shove the handkerchief in as a temporary gag.]
She's a grown woman, responsible for the fire, my death and near death, and Ellie's attack. These scars are from a straitjacket - the one she wore when she was a teenager. She's been pretending to be eight for god knows how long - long before the Admiral decided she deserved a second chance. [He sneers.] I'd certainly disagree.
As Esther rouses, she focuses, and immediately begins to tear up.] What are you doing? Let me go!
Stop that. [Bond is short with her, his patience gone. He's been back less than an hour; of course Esther would be the first to run into him.
When Esther shows no intention of obeying, Bond steps in front of her - not to hide that he backhands her, because that much is clear even without direct line of sight. He starts speaking without looking at the camera, moving around behind Esther again. He ignores her tears, and more than that, her cries for help.]
Usually I don't mind a good lie. [He reaches for the ribbon around her neck, and grabs a fistful of her hair when she shrieks and tosses her head. When he tears it away, there's a scar around her collar. He has to raise his voice, because the moment he pulls it free, she starts screaming like a wild thing, not the prim little girl she's been pretending to be.] But I think this one's gone far enough.
[Her wrists are next, and Bond pulls her arms up. Esther struggles, half rising; Bond shoves her back into the chair, and rips away the ribbons on her wrists, revealing more scars.]
Most of you will remember a flood where the Admiral thought it would be a good laugh to send us back to our youth. [He throws her arms back down, glaring a warning, and pulls a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. Bending over her shoulder, he drags the cloth over her face, holding up the makeup stained pocket square for the camera. He returns to the task, hand tight in her hair to keep her still, acting as though her shrieks don't phase him. The more makeup he wipes away, the less child-like she looks.] Esther tried to convince us that she'd been aged up instead of down. [Grabbing her by the jaw, he forces her mouth open so he can shove the handkerchief in as a temporary gag.]
She's a grown woman, responsible for the fire, my death and near death, and Ellie's attack. These scars are from a straitjacket - the one she wore when she was a teenager. She's been pretending to be eight for god knows how long - long before the Admiral decided she deserved a second chance. [He sneers.] I'd certainly disagree.
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There are a lot of things Peter wants to say to this, chief among them holy shit. Holy shit, because he knows who Bond is and what he does for a living, probably better than most of the people on board do, but being a spy is not the same as being a warden, and he does not see this going. Well.
And he still feels kind of responsible for James, even beyond the whole "I used to be your warden" thing, and he's so not looking forward to people potentially calling for his head on a pike.
But then he listens to what he's actually saying, and this is just so messed up.]
Why? Why did she do this?
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[Not that he has any intention of removing the handkerchief: she's going to have to spit it out herself.]
Or her warden.
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[Because unlike... everyone else, he is assuming that this was triggered by something specific.]
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I was tired of hearing the lies. [....Not that he will admit to it. B(]
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Dude, you know this doesn't look good. If that's seriously the only reason you did this, people are going to come after you. Like, a lot of them.
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Then at least tell me where you are so no one ends up getting shot.
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