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[Written and filtered to: Profit, Snape, Mozenrath, Kenzie. People on this filter cannot see who else is. Also visible to Tim.]

I did it. Okay? I poisoned Profit.

I did it, and I need to explain how this happened. I don't care how many of you already know. Back at the OS-19 port, Arthas and I were both - affected, assimilated, whatever you call it. I was pretty much his PA. Profit paid her to talk Arthas into leaving the port and making as much distance between them and the Barge as possible in the time they had, and she did.

I'm not going to pull any punches here. I have been here for almost two years and this is the worst thing anybody has ever tried to do to me. Don't start with 'at least you'd still be alive'. No. She would still be alive, with her memories and her experiences. I would have ceased to exist. My identity would have been permanently, irreparably destroyed. If that doesn't fit your definition of murder, I don't want to know what does.

I've had the potion since around January. Mozenrath gave it to me. I don't think he thought I was ever going to use it. I didn't think I was ever going to use it - I didn't ask for him to make it for me, but once I had it I held on to it. And when all this happened, I watched Profit for long enough to know when he wouldn't be home and then I spiked his wine. I don't have any more of the potion and if I did I would have thrown it overboard by now.

So that's it. I'm done. It's for Kenzie to deal with now.

[The following part is added a few minutes later, in voice. She sounds kind of rough and the general background noise indicates 'infirmary' pretty clearly. This part is not filtered to Profit.]

....I'm not done. What I'm going to say next, I want you guys to know: I'm not trying to minimize whatever it is my Warden decides to hand out, I'm just trying to cut down on the lectures about what a terrible person I was for torturing him. [A really, really is-this-thing-still-on long pause:] I know that already. There is nothing anybody can say or do that will make me wish I hadn't done this more than I do already. I went into this not fully realizing what the consequences could've been, I know that's not an excuse, and if I had the opportunity to do this over I wouldn't.

[...]

Mozenrath told me I should just admit to this a few days back, before port. For what it's worth. But he let me take my own time over this. More than I deserved, really.

Now I'm done.

[Still voice, filtered to Profit and Nygma]

You both know it was me. Everybody else it matters to knows as well. If you're going to come after me, just do it, get it over with. I don't care.

[OOC: Open spam in the infirmary is also available to anyone who wants it. ♥ She tried to walk off a dinosaur attack like an idiot and ended up passing out from blood loss once she got back on the Barge, right now she's laid up with scratches to her back and leg.]

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[He is both kind of proud an a lot of asdf still, but that isn't going to keep him from going to see her. Zip, straight to her bed once she's done with that post.]

Hey. What happened?

[She eyes him warily for a moment because she knows he would have had to see everything she posted before working out where she was. But he's here anyway. That's a good thing, right?

Shego's sitting upright on the bed, mostly to keep the pressure off her wounds; the hospital gown on her top half laces up at the back and there's a lot of dressings over it.]

Me and Kenzie got ambushed. I thought it was just scratches, I didn't realize how bad the bleeding was until we got back here.

[This sounds a lot better to her than 'I did something suicidal in defense of a relative stranger out of guilt and then almost bled to death.']

[Tim shakes his head and pulls up a chair. He really has to bite back something that would sound a little too much like scolding. It's not like he hasn't done that before. But still.]

When I'm guessing you passed out? [Hint of disapproval. Tiny bit. But mostly it's really tightly controlled concern. Why the suicidal acts. :c]

[She hesitates only a moment, then nods.] Yeah. [Really the only reason she'd known she wasn't death tolling was that the cuts were still so bad.] Hey. I heard it was your birthday yesterday. [Subtle subject change, Shego.]

[Well that's comforting. :| Tim exhales through his nose, and reaches for her hand. Sometimes physical reassurance was better than anything he could say - sometimes he just had no idea what to say.]

Yeah, It's a good thing Dick remembers this things, I never do.

Yeah. Mine was in April. I didn't remember til, like, late May. [She curls her fingers around his, holding his hand tightly.] Happy birthday.

[He squeezes back, and nods before leaning in to kiss her lightly.] Thanks. So, what can I do? Ice pack? Book? Foot rub?

[Well.] If the foot rub's a serious offer, I'll take it. [She brushes a hand through her hair and rearranges herself a bit, trying to make herself more comfortable although it's basically impossible without putting pressure or strain on something a dinosaur's run its claws through.] Did you go out into port?

[He gets up to drag his chair own to the foot of her bed, and tugs the sheets aside enough to get at her feet, kneading one.] Yeah, after I talked Sylar into it. It wasn't so bad for us. Coincidentally, reptiles don't really taste like chicken.

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