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[This video feed starts slowly, with Tyki flicking a match to light as he reclines on a bed. Which is a notable change for the few who know him and how as of late he'd taken to a hammock or a shitty flattened mattress in the middle of Sector six. But today he sleeps in his old bed, smoking cigarettes all day and looking rather ragged. Which also is a notable change for a man who prides himself on his appearance half the time. The other half he outright neglects it, but for today he hovers somewhere in the middle.]

I'm supposed to apologize. [He coughs, smirks slightly and leans his head against the head rest of the bed. He takes a long drag of a fresh cigarette, exhaling through the corner of his lip before flicking ashes aside. They fall to the carpet carelessly.] Apologize for getting injured by the graceful, shapely head of the Defense Force here. Your leader, Miss Kitty Pryde, the elder.

[Next to him he pans briefly over a pile of books, some with worn covers, others dusty.] [Next to him he pans briefly over a pile of books, some with worn covers, others dusty.] A man can only read so few books before he seeks something fresh, and just the other day I sought a few books from the library here. A public resource I'm sure many have you used. Yet Miss Kitty Pryde refused me. You know what she did, without warning or any sign of hesitation? She stabbed me.

Right here. [He sits forward, bringing with him the camera towards the wall mounted mirror. He lets it focus on his reflection as he unbuttons his shirt, letting the buttondown fall open to show off the stitching on his midsection from not only one stab by Kitty's claws but two. It's a haphazard of lines he honestly could've avoided but didn't. But that's unimportant. His hand roams over it, touching to scabbed skin.]

How fair do you think that is? All because at the same time she and her cronies were in the process of torturing a man. And she didn't want me catching wind of it, you see, to throw any wrench in her plans. I consider the man they abused to be a friend, and that's why today I only ask that you stop and you think about this place. And how these people have risen to power among you, taken authority over you for no reason. They take this power and abuse it, to hold it over your head. They execute their own agendas, their own punishments, without consult of their peers. I would guess that if you all knew of their plans, you might want a little say. Because they could do the very same thing to you if you don't fall into submission.

Are they really protecting you? Or are they just keeping you contained. Under their thumb. Have you not noticed that we're all criminals here, yet those few seem to think themselves better than the rest. Purer. Like they don't have just as much blood on their hands like the rest of us.

Am I the only one who sees the irony in this? The problem?

[He chuckles.] I warn you to consider my words. And ah, yes. I am so sorry that Miss Kitty Pryde stabbed me.