K O N F I D E N T I A L

So my brother and the girl he's been in love with for ten years are going to quit smoking together.

Joey, Zeldy, I think you'll be seeing a lot of me. I'll either be running from Nicky's pouty face, or running from all the sex they'll be having to distract themselves.

I'm kind of excited about this. I even get to woo him all proper. I like doing that. It's so much nicer than just showing up with a boy in tow. I get to find out all about him this way.

I'm thinking I'm lucky in that my parents will be happy to see me. I'm also lucky because I have an entire palace to hide from the rampant fucking.

I really don't understand someone who says he used to be a Goddamn demon not being able to look at death. What were angels like in her world? The happy harbingers of light and goodness that children's books paint us as?

I'm trying not to be a bitch, but honestly, I'm irritated. Her world must have been pretty different if she never had to look death in the face ... I'm kind of jealous, if that's how it was. But that's not how it works here, and it really seems like a cop out to just throw up your hands.

I'm starting to feel like I don't understand anyone but Mikey nowadays.

I have to say, I feel pretty loved. The fact you're picking my story back up means a lot to me. I'd kind of like a little more CR in the game ... but at least I'm not going anywhere.

Perhaps now, at long last, I might lay my head down and find a bit of peace.

Okay, so maybe I do kind of have an Asian guy boner. That new dude is hot.

Not as hot as mine, just saying. But I don't know, are straight girls allowed to be rice queens?

This trend of talking about giving me a hot daughter? Can stop now if you don't mind.

The next person who asks Aaron or I if we're moving too fast, or accuses me of marrying him for his money, is going to get a good old fashioned rusty cutlass right up their back hole. I am bloody well sick and tired of justifying myself.

While I wish you'd get on with the canon review, I'm still genuinely excited to come here. There are a lot crazier places you could put me. You've plotted some fun interactions. And you know I like meeting new people. Especially when Peter's not around.

I'm so conflicted. I like the people I share headspace with, generally. But there are about three of them cockblocking me right now, even the new guy. I'm debating sending them all on a wild goose chase somewhere into the interior of your cerebellum, or telling them that's where all the best brains to eat are.

... Just yeah, give me my turn soon. I wanna jump the hot Korean boy.

Stop falling in love with Neal Caffrey!

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Making her cough and lasting maybe two minutes?

I genuinely hate you.

Mundane, you worry me.

Everything's lovely right now. I know you've got some idea about hurting me to 'stir things up', but that's fine. Injury I can take. Just ... don't talk about her anymore. Don't drum up her ghost. Please. I'm begging. That would be, I can say without exaggeration, my absolute worst nightmare come true. I just ... can't.

And Maker's fucking balls, stop looking at those bloody awful pictures! Did you want proof I love him? I do. I'll find a way to hurt you from inside your head if you show me any more!

Don't let Mikey see.

But sometimes I miss Wolfwood.

Not miss, even. Just I wonder what might have been. I think he understood me almost as well as Mikey does. Wherever he is I hope he's happy, even if it's just in a cabinet at the back of Miss Sage's brain. I wouldn't trade Mikey, just ... I don't know. I hate leaving things unfinished. I really do.

I know you have thought about bringing me back. I am obviously biased in favour of that decision! I promise ... I shall not be too loud. Really.

I've half a mind to strangle you, you know.

I'm pleased to be here, but you've put me in an impossible position. I feel lost without the Chantry, and more than a bit lonely with only Isabela for real company. I like this Penelope very much - but I have to be a gentleman! Couldn't you have told her ... I don't know, to not be so endearing or so handsome? I don't want to go too fast. You're giving me the chance to go too fast and I'll be holding it against you if it all goes pear-shaped.

And what about Anders? I can't be in the dark forever, but I don't know if I can forgive it. Not even so much the chantry building itself, but Elthina. She was a second mother to me, but at the same time, do I miss the Chantry because of her, or because of my own mind?

Couldn't you have decided some of these things beforehand?

You're really throwing me at a freakin' demon. I'm not sure whether to be pissed or enjoy the challenge.

At least he might be marginally more attentive than Keller, especially if he's trying to chew on me.

My dear lady, I would like to know what has kept you from getting in touch with that woman immediately. To be blunt: I cannot read such a fascinating proverbial carrot without attacking it head-on! I grow weary of allowing myself to be manipulated by either of those beings, at this point; I have nearly convinced myself that to lie must be a supernatural trait. Except, of course, that I cannot do so. But enough meandering - if need be, I will have it out with them both. I refuse to be the plaything for either one of them anymore! Speak to their keeper; I'll not wait a moment more than necessary!