Mar 12, 2008 21:38
Oh...dreaming.
Pretty present you are. Did he give me to you as payment for his death? Yes, that-
Nothing like London. Too white. Less muddy.
Damnable cuff, get off, get off-
I...
It bites, oh lord, get this wretched thing OFF ME
I rather like this dream.
((Strikes are private.))
arrival,
that damn cuff
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Who are you? You speak of..London..
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No, no, no, no. You won't go back, Benjamin, you won't-
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Your last name, it isn't..Barker, sir? Is it?
No..it couldn't be.
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Don't fear being sent back to that wretched place. Fear the insanity of this world instead.
Him?
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I regret to inform you that..you are me, Mr. Barker.
We are from..two separate worlds.
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I do not expect your master to be pleased over his beloved lord's death, but you can tell him that Turpin's fate was far kinder than the one I've reserved for him.
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You're mistaking me for another. I have no master, nor do I have any idea what you're talking about.
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Where's my sweetie? Where's Benjamin's sweetie?
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The asylum? Were you sent to the asylum, Mr. Barker?
You must have been. This is the second time you brought up that name.
.....sweetie..
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