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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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[He lets his fear show deliberately, and shakes his head.]
Hey. [His voice is mostly calm, a little tremulous.] How'd you find out?
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Does that really matter? [He knows it should. It just doesn't right now, not to him.]
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[Times like when he's emotionally compromised. He tips his chin up, a little defiant.]
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When we were children. When we were all children.
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[Just to clarify.]
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You do realize you're emotionally compromised right now, right? [The sky is blue, grass is green.]
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I mean, not that it's not understandable. But I don't understand what you're getting out of this [he waves at the whole set-up - the gag, the communicator] other than extremely temporary satisfaction.
[The kind that'll settle in your gut and leave you acidic and bitter for days.]
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[Besides her warden. But he's been discounting Rorschach for too long.]
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He doesn't have a snappy answer for that, he doesn't even really want one. So he doesn't answer. He says nothing, and shuts the comm's screen.]