A reconciliation

[impure_tale]

Who: The Marquis, Iago
Where: Level Zero
When: Day Seven of Iago's Incarceration
What: The Marquis settles things -- as best as he can.

It was Sergeant Howie, of all people, that had turned the Marquis mind in the right direction after breaking rather forcefully with his Inmate. It was not a conversation in which he had come to find himself

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[inhumandog]

Iago walked to the bars casually and wrapped his hands around them. His injured hand had healed nicely, especially considering that he, at one point, had been certain it was broken. But the Marquis' demeanor didn't help him feel any better about this situation.

"What do you want? Have you come to foist me off on another warden so soon?" Resting his forehead against the bars, Iago just seemed...defeated.

[impure_tale]

"I can imagine," he said, not bothering to conclude that he himself had made the Marquis angry as well. "Do you wish to talk about it?"

[inhumandog]

"I can't really say if there's anything to talk about. I'm not angry anymore." He sat up again, wincing as he used the muscles around the stab wound.

"Just..." And he hesitated a moment. "Don't do that again."

[impure_tale]

The Marquis held his ring to the lock on the cell door. "My promise, Iago, is that I won't fully abandon you, but I would do more harm than good if I did not mark when to step away to collect myself, as well. Do you understand?"

[inhumandog]

Iago walked to the door when it was unlocked, folding his arms over his chest. "I understand. And..." He ran his fingers through his hair, awkwardly. Nervously. "He won't die by my hand again."