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I care that I was stabbed.

That's inconvenient. But - no.

Well, at least you both got what you wanted, then.

I doubt it was enough for her. I still know what I know.

I'm going to leave her alone, if that was a concern.

[Right. ... That probably should have been an immediate concern.]

Why not?

She doesn't have anything I need. She's out of secrets.

Hard to say if she's out of knives, though.

Considering she used a blunt butter knife and her warden is an ineffective Prideful asshole?

She'll have plenty of chances.

Wait, who's her warden?

[He should know this. He did know this.]

[Hm. That's too many missteps in this conversation. John was willing to allow one. But this is too much.]

Dorian Gray.

Lark. What is wrong with you?

Nothing.

[Okay even he can't call that honest.]

I haven't slept since the night before this all happened, that's all. It's just been a long week.

Why not?

Do you know how it all stopped?

Only what Stoker said. Which wasn't detailed.

He was dead at the time.

I stopped it.

How?

I killed Jon. It had to be done a certain way.

[It's hard to know what to do here. He doesn't like Jon and the thought of killing him is exciting in its own way, because causing him pain would make John very happy.

But he also understands that Lark does not feel the same.

John takes a moment to center himself.]

He's your friend. It's - difficult to do what you need to do when friends are involved.

I'm still figuring out what I feel about it.

I've killed friends before. I killed Steve Rogers here to stop a mutiny that was a hell of a lot like this. It just needed to be done.

[It needed to be done and he knew how and he was willing. That's all there is to it. He doesn't know why his mind keeps stuttering and stalling when he tries to accept it.]

Feel about it?

Why would you feel anything about it other than grief?

[That's what normal people feel, right?]

Because I killed him to save the ship. It wasn't murder. It was necessary.

Necessary.

[He's quiet for a moment.]

You're not yourself because of this.

[There is a lot more to it. But he'd have to go into Alec's history, and the mutiny, and history with Jon, and his own sense of responsibility, and the fact he chose to be here and therefore consented to all of this.]

I'm just tired. I'll get some sleep tonight and be back at it tomorrow.

Did you end up in any other domains? Or did you get to run yours the whole time?

[Sometimes John is more wolf than he admits. He has a bone and he wants to keep chewing it.]

That isn't how it works. Sleep isn't the magical cure.

Maybe not, but nothing heals without it.

[A faint sigh]

All of this was easier for me when I was forced to be here, John. It's a shitty thing to realize. As an inmate, I would have hated me for saying it.

I don't hate you for saying it.

Are you going to leave?

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