113 [video]
[His tone is very bitter.]
It's like old home week.
[wardens only]
[Armand is fidgeting, all in his old clothes, his hands occupied with something below the range of the camera. He keeps glancing down at it.]
From what I've seen I'm not the first alarmist about her, nor the loudest, but I wish to call attention to a recent conversation with the Borg Queen. I know she's full of plots at all times, but she seemed rather adamant that there are people here already willing to help her. I don't know if they're capable of doing what she wishes. I thought I should let people know. Does anyone still have a copy of her file? I gave mine--a rather thick ream of paper--to Mlle. Sato during that crisis; you know the one.
I ask, because there must be a way to eliminate her ability to, ah, assimilate people.
She's very persuasive.
[private to the Admiral]
Please return Loki's full shape-shifting abilities with the caveat that he must return to his own form in the presence of other people. Also, he can stay shifted around me, so long as I have some way of knowing it's him.
[private to Martha Jones - hand written]
Martha,
I know we haven't talked much since I upset you. It is hard to admit when someone else is right, and I've been dragging my feet about it out of wounded pride. I am feeling a little bit better about circumstances. At least Loki isn't likely to kill me, and I understand what needs to be done with him to some extant. I didn't mean to make your infirmary more dangerous. I was unreasonably frightened and angry and not thinking very well. I am sorry.
I'm not sure how to take the arrival of your Doctor. I tend to think of him as Rose's Doctor, but the Rose here now doesn't even know him, does she? I haven't talked to her much. Understandably so. I will try to avoid him as much as possible. If... it comes up, you are free to tell him whatever you like about me. No need to censor anything, but you can send him back to me if you're not comfortable. Just warn me if you can, please?
I can only think of one or two things that'd make living here worse at the moment. I'm sure you can think of them, too. But I know I have a job to do.
I know this can't fix anything, but I felt I had to say something. Eventually.
God bless and keep you safe.
-Armand
It's like old home week.
[wardens only]
[Armand is fidgeting, all in his old clothes, his hands occupied with something below the range of the camera. He keeps glancing down at it.]
From what I've seen I'm not the first alarmist about her, nor the loudest, but I wish to call attention to a recent conversation with the Borg Queen. I know she's full of plots at all times, but she seemed rather adamant that there are people here already willing to help her. I don't know if they're capable of doing what she wishes. I thought I should let people know. Does anyone still have a copy of her file? I gave mine--a rather thick ream of paper--to Mlle. Sato during that crisis; you know the one.
I ask, because there must be a way to eliminate her ability to, ah, assimilate people.
She's very persuasive.
[private to the Admiral]
Please return Loki's full shape-shifting abilities with the caveat that he must return to his own form in the presence of other people. Also, he can stay shifted around me, so long as I have some way of knowing it's him.
[private to Martha Jones - hand written]
Martha,
I know we haven't talked much since I upset you. It is hard to admit when someone else is right, and I've been dragging my feet about it out of wounded pride. I am feeling a little bit better about circumstances. At least Loki isn't likely to kill me, and I understand what needs to be done with him to some extant. I didn't mean to make your infirmary more dangerous. I was unreasonably frightened and angry and not thinking very well. I am sorry.
I'm not sure how to take the arrival of your Doctor. I tend to think of him as Rose's Doctor, but the Rose here now doesn't even know him, does she? I haven't talked to her much. Understandably so. I will try to avoid him as much as possible. If... it comes up, you are free to tell him whatever you like about me. No need to censor anything, but you can send him back to me if you're not comfortable. Just warn me if you can, please?
I can only think of one or two things that'd make living here worse at the moment. I'm sure you can think of them, too. But I know I have a job to do.
I know this can't fix anything, but I felt I had to say something. Eventually.
God bless and keep you safe.
-Armand