Aug 09, 2010 21:53
Forgive my recent silence, my fellow denizens. Somehow, in spite of everything, I have been somewhat "under the weather." It's taking quite the toll on my Renate, honestly, for I haven't really the energy to run with her at present. I'm feeling much better now, however. It seems, furthermore, that my relative absence has meant I have not provided sufficient occupation for all of my charges.
To my Inmate, you and I must talk and soon. Do not keep me waiting.
To the Inmate called Sylar -- I have this to say to you, without pretense or exaggeration: If I see or hear that you have been associating with mine again, there is not a single Warden on this ship, past or present, that will be fast enough to prevent my retort. Whatever advantage you hope to gain in soliciting him will not be worth the pain I bring upon you. Am I making myself perfectly clear?
feeling a little chatty,
see me be indignant!,
the marquis invented tough love,
the marquis is bitching you out,
best warden ever,
iago,
being a little overdramatic,
beatings continue 'til morale improves