Log Fourteen

[desig_survivor]

[written very, very slowly, in an unusually neat hand.]

That was [long pause, several false starts] something.  The man in black armor [pause for pings], whoever he was, I hope he's not still out there.

But I'm back now.  If someone needs me, I'll be in the air.

[written more quickly and in a looser script; he had Vladimir's dream.]

Normally I'd call

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[mythgravenblade]

The man in black armor was my double. With the aid of Reed, it is now dead.

[desig_survivor]

All right. I didn't really get a look at his face, anyway, so I don't think I'll be mistaking him for you. I hope. I wonder what happened to the man with the coat...

[pause to flip back to bookmark]

Paladin, right?

[mythgravenblade]

Oh! --yes, my name is Paladin. I'm not inclined to wear black often, anyhow.

And [ink drips] I am so sorry that that happened to you.

[desig_survivor]

Or carry gigantic - what was that, anyway? All I could tell was that it was huge and a weapon.

Nothing about that weekend was pleasant. But it's not your fault, I suppose. I just hope the man who was trying to help me got off easier.

[mythgravenblade]

It was a sword, albeit a massive one.

I do not know the man, but I too so hope. [Oh if he only knew. Also, his hope is not high.]

[desig_survivor]

Apparently it was Fred. Well. That's - well, it's not your fault that there was a murderer who looked like you.

[mythgravenblade]

...

I know that. But I don't know it.

[desig_survivor]

Hmm. Well, it's difficult to argue with guilt. But I don't blame you.

Buy Fred and I a drink sometime, and we'll talk.

[mythgravenblade]

A drink? [smile, though of course Rogue can't see it] I will, then.