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[Private to 21, VOICE]

We need to talk.

[Private to Hoffman, VOICE]

I'm guessing you've already seen the new arrival.

[Amanda knows Simone from having watched Saw VI and Saw 3D with Sarah.]

[Private to Admiral Claus, TEXT]

This is fucking stupid, so I'm just going to get it over with. I've been here long enough to know resisting this kind of bullshit does nothing.

For my warden, I want you to give him some video games. Whatever titles he wants but doesn't have; I know jack shit about the things. Maybe a fairy in a bottle, too, if you can arrange something that ridiculous. A realistic model of one, a real one, whatever.

Blonsky should get some new sparring gear, so he doesn't need to use the public shit in the gym. I'm talking top-of-the-line stuff.

For Rhade, a full new outfit in his personal style. Something really nice. Quality leather and workmanship. ~~Maybe something impervious to suddenly becoming tweed.~~

I want you to give Lua something pretty. Maybe a necklace. Silver, with whatever that light blue gemstone is. Not sapphire; I don't know what it's called.

[She's thinking of topaz.]

~~For Rex~~

~~How could you let him~~

You absolute fucking bastard

~~Bring him back~~

That's it.

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[WAIT. WAIT. The Jigsaw bullshit? There's a very long pause. A very long pause.]

...Okay.

How...How did you arrive at this conclusion?

I stopped fucking lying to myself. Being taken in and cared for by someone who didn't expect me to fill a role in return helped.

[Sarah had helped, in both her presence and absence. Having her yanked away had taught Amanda exactly how much the woman had given her in their time together. It was an enormous reality check.]

I love him, Hoffman, and I forgive him for everything, but he was wrong.

[Hoffman is struggling in with a lot of feelings on this. His relationship with Sarah, the way Amanda's made such leaps and strides. She sounds almost like a fucking-

Isn't that what I wanted? Isn't that what I fucking...

Another long text pause. Several minutes pass.]

...Congratulations.

[Added shortly after]

It's done. Game over.

Edited 2011-12-13 00:10 (UTC)

I don't want your praise. I just want you to let that shit die.

...What exactly do you think I've been trying-

Amanda I lost. I lost. John sent Jill to try and put me down like some kind of rabid fucking dog. I was alone for two months. I died.

I can't compare that to how you died and I'm fucking sorry for that shit? But goddamnit it was never about the work. You were the one who wanted it to..

You-

It's over.

I wanted it too. It's over.

Edited 2011-12-13 00:33 (UTC)

Good.

...Are you going to tell Simone that I'm here?

No. It's up to you to tell the truth.

...Don't act like you're so superior. What would you do if it were Troy? Or Ali- [interrupting cow is go] Kerry. If Kerry were here?

[The sad thing is, he's trying to ask a genuine question. It's a sign of how they are that he can't do it without trying to make it look like an insult.]

I wouldn't harm them again, asshole, and sooner or later I'd fucking tell them I was here.

[Stop being right.]

Just don't tell her. Please.

[no hesitation. None of that. And it's sent before he can delete that please.]

Edited 2011-12-13 00:58 (UTC)

I just said I won't, didn't I?

[bothered? nope.]

....Good.

Just making sure.

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