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[greatlightother]

Well, well, well...another day here. [Sveta's in her room, dressed in one of her suits, looking quite professional and well put together. It's a good substitute for leather. She passes by the camera, smiling sweetly.]

Doesn't it get tiring? Doesn't it get so boring to be here? With the days going by so slowly? I've been here long enough to see my friends come and go. Be in and out of comas, and there's really nothing more to be done about it.

[She sits down in front of the camera, completely at ease.] Not that I'm complaining. It's just a statement of fact. You can't trust anyone to stay around. But you really shouldn't. What good are they going to do for you anyway?

[OOC: Yes, this is nanomited Sveta. She's lost all faith in people, and it's allowing all of those squished down things she's been thinking to come out.]

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[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

Fair enough, madam.

I wanted to thank you again for attending to Mal.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Thanks aren't needed. I didn't do anything worthy of that.

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[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

She is not the easiest woman to care for when first waking from the death toll, so I thank you still.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

What happened, Angelica? The questions she asked were...strange.

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[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

Tis a long story, I am afraid. Mal is just a touch unwell. What sort of questions did she ask you?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

All about Costigan. If he was still around.

And then she was really upset.

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[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

I will tell you, as I trust you greatly, but know that the information is sensitive. My inmate suffers from certain....delusions. She thinks she is trapped in a dream, and if she kills herself that she just might wake.

She tried once more to escape in this way, and attempted to take Billy Costigan with her.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Hm.

A perplexing state to be in. But that's what comes of it, though. This place is no better than a dream sometimes, I suppose.

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[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

No better, but certainly not a dream.