62: [feeling pretty sick]

[young_idealist]

[Assume he's in the infirmary. Alec Trevelyan broke his neck during the riot. He deserved it. Armand is staying put, feeling miserable, until someone kicks him out and/or tells him he can rest off the death toll in his own cabin. His handwriting is very shaky.]

Loki, I'm sorry. I was a beast to you.

Alec Monsieur Trevelyan, I'm not sure how I managed

Comments

[autistic_genius]

How are you doing?

[young_idealist]

Don't ask me to talk anytime this week, but unfortunately, I can remember everything.

Can we get rid of the Admiral for being an incompetent driver?

[autistic_genius]

I wish.

[young_idealist]

Thank you for asking about me. I can't imagine much of anyone wanting to talk to me right now.

At least I don't think I managed to kill anyone--too much of a coward to do it myself.

[thegooddrjones]

Are you all right, Armand? Can I get you anything?

[young_idealist]

I think I'll be better eventually. Is dying always so tiring?

[thegooddrjones]

I'm afraid so. Three days of being tired seems to be the average. Try and get some rest and let me know if you need anything for the pain.

[young_idealist]

It doesn't hurt so much if I'm alseep.

[impure_tale]

Despite our differences, Monsieur, I never imagined I would speak to you that way.

[young_idealist]

I called you some terrible things. I don't really wish you dead, despite everything.

[whattasteisthis]

I could sing for you.

recently dead Armand has no sense of humor

[young_idealist]

No, he doesn't. He just knows my opinion of his singing.

[young_idealist]

I don't remember hurting you physically. Is that true?

[Private]

[young_idealist]

I'm sorry for that.

No, I don't think you're useless. Hard to bear sometimes, but I would not think that of you.