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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.

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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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Thank you.

What are you expecting? Retaliation? I'm not like you, Shego, don't belittle me by assuming I am.

[Eddie sounds impeccably calm, but this couldn't be a more hateful, angry, and aggrieved response. Can you blame him? He's been repeatedly made to feel like a horrible person for trying to stop someones suffering.]

I haven't a lick of sympathy for you, my dear. You placed other people in peril whilst claiming revenge for a 'what if'.

Seven was stabbed so severely that a mortal man probably would have died. Mozenrath struggled for your petty whims. My concerns were dismissed as paranoid delusions-- courtesy of the negligent and unprofessional Severus Snape, who made it impossible for me to present my evidence-- and I was forced to watch someone suffer horribly for several hours.

Pull something of this caliber again and I won't be nearly as willing to let bygones be bygones.

[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?

[Sup, lady-bro, Rex is just making the rounds on his shift.]

So, which one got you?

[Patrick felt pretty fucking terrible about what had happened in port, namely in that she'd risked and almost lost her life in defense of him, and he wasn't really sure how he was supposed to move forward from that. Especially what with the added confession to what had happened earlier.

He headed down to the infirmary after he'd read the post, hesitating for a moment before approaching Shego, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he stopped next to her bed.]

Hey.

[Jim's tone is so light and unconcerned that it's almost like he didn't spend hours trapped in a surreal nightmare world.]

These things happen. Don't worry about it.

[There's a very brief pause, then he adds:]

I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but it was nothing personal. This doesn't change that, as far as I'm concerned. I hope you got some catharsis out of this, but in my experience, revenge is an impractical enterprise. I won't pursue any against you.

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