6.0 There's the rub

[no_fastolfe]

It was certainly not a medical coma in any way. It was like sleep-- a long, untroubled sleep, with elements of physiological stasis to prevent muscular decay and other unwanted bodily functions.

I nearly wish I hadn't woken up. This ship looks like a dead world and the archives are full of fear and missing people. I can be no help, could have been no help. I would rather have gone on sleeping.

[Private to Sherlock after some backreading]
I am not redeemed and continue to have no idea-- or urgency to find out-- what the terms of my redemption are.

[Filtered to inmate-buddies-- Rinzler, Rhade, Dracula, Rassilon, Rex]
You are well, then?

[Infirmary filter and Sherlock]
I am going to need the services of a mentologist. I would like to discuss options for medications. It became extremely apparent during the involuntary honesty flood that my mental state is not what it was at home, and that I have had little success controlling my reactions to stress.

[Here's where pride intersects awkwardly with some kind of vestigial empathy] However I am hardly in dire need, the situation is still largely under my control: I realize that the infirmary is short staffed and there was a concern of injury resultant from the barge phenomena.

Comments

[no_fastolfe]

The man is only competent but he is rarely offensive.

I regret that your experience was not the same.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Never let a nebbishy little Victorian man with repression issues and an obsession with the epistolary form write a book about you. I kid not.

If you want to know my actual story, just ask.

[no_fastolfe]

Perhaps some time I will-- I find your actual existence more interesting than some sensationalized piece of conjecture.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Oh, that I promise.