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[captaincy]

[Just outside the centre of Camp, in a clear area, Captain Jack Harkness is playing with his sword.

N-no, an actual sword. He's practising a few moves with it; he's not awful, but he's not terribly good, either. It's been a while since he fenced. The sword itself glitters oddly... or maybe that's just the light

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[count_onme]

[Pinged]

Ah, I think you'll find your grip is slightly off.

[count_onme]

I'm not saying it was wrong for you. I mean, I don't know anything about your situation. But for me... I guess in the end, it's too much like running away. I have to go back. I'm going to help put a stop to it, once and for all.

[captaincy]

I guess that's a decision you have to make. But there are some things maybe you need to run away from, or they'll destroy your whole life.

[count_onme]

I don't want any more people's lives to be ruined because of the things our parents and grandparents have done. And I know I can make a difference, so... if it can bring peace, it's worth it, right?

But... I guess that's true too. [This is an awkward and very manly hand on your shoulder. Like akin to a manhug. Only manlier. Because I am very manly and this is a manly conversation :(.]

[captaincy]

If it can bring peace, it's worth it. [claps your own shoulder heartily] But we're here now, so let's not dwell, huh?

[count_onme]

Ah, you're right. I was just so surprised to meet someone else from my time... I guess we both got a little caught up in things. I don't think I ever caught your name, sir...?

[captaincy]

I'm Captain Jack Harkness. If you do ever want to come talk to me about... any of it... you're quite welcome to, even if you're a bit ahead. Survivors have gotta stick together.

[count_onme]

... A captain, huh. Thank you for all your hard work, then. And... thanks for the offer, too. Though I'm not really sure you could call me a survivor. I was lucky-- I lived the majority of my life sheltered from most of it.

[captaincy]

Not from that war. I fought in a few others. Kinda hoped it'd make me feel better about running away. Turns out... not so much.

You were lucky, then.

[count_onme]

All the same. Thank you anyway. Hard work is still hard work no matter what, right? I'm sure lots of people are grateful.

I'm not proud of it, though. I mean, you can't help the family or class you're born into, but that's no real excuse for ignorance... Franz was always saying stuff like that.

[captaincy]

That's why you were sheltered? Your family?

[count_onme]

[Nod] You probably won't have heard of them, if you're from thirty years ago... but my family was at the height of the French aristocracy. Father-- he climbed to the very top of the military so that we could have a comfortable life.

[captaincy]

Then it's not your fault. He wanted you to be sheltered; he did it for you. [more manly shoulder-clapping.]

[count_onme]

... Yeah. He was a great man, no matter what other people will say.

[captaincy]

He sounds it. My father made sacrifices for me, too, so I understand.

[count_onme]

... Mm. You can't help but admire them, in that sort of situation.

I'm Albert, by the way. Excuse me for not introducing myself earlier, Captain.