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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

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[pitofguilt]

[ Yay thanks she feels like a child getting a pat on the head. ]

Might as well stay. [ She takes a seat. ] I have a lesson to think about that I'd rather figure out before it gets stale.

[ Grump grump grump. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ He'll stay where he is then. ]

Of course. Let me know how that is. I added a little more oyster sauce this time, since you mentioned it feeling 'light'.

[pitofguilt]

[ She stabs a piece of chicken with a little too much force. ]

So. I can't getintoxicated. [ She pops the piece of chicken in her mouth, chewing as she thinks, though she has to interrupt herself in that to report on the chicken. ] It's better, yeah.

[ Anyway. ]

My security blankets don't work anymore. [ She's less aggressive with a bit of red pepper. ] Trying to get me out of my comfort zone?

[greatoldjohn]

[ He looks over at Nat. ]

You think I'm trying to make you uncomfortable? Or take your means of comfort from you?

[pitofguilt]

The second one.

[ Because that's how punishment works. ]

Make me think while I'm locked up.

[ The red pepper is not crispy enough, but it's not soggy, so that's good. ]

[greatoldjohn]

So you wouldn't have thought if I hadn't done that? You would have just sat here and withstood being made to stay here instead of considering that you did something wrong?

[pitofguilt]

Oh, I would've thought. A lot, actually. But you're not letting me get through it easy.

[ The rice is a little on the mushy side. Whatever, that's better than crunchy. ]

I can't resort to altered states of mind to arrive at a conclusion. I've gotta work for it.

[greatoldjohn]

So you wanted to use drugs to get to an altered state of consciousness to help you think about it?

That was when you discovered that I'd placed that description. When you were focused on the problem...

[pitofguilt]

Yes...? Kind of. I feel like I think better when I'm sobering up.

[ She plays with her food, pushing a few pieces of stir fry around with her fork for a little while, before she sighs and rolls her eyes. ]

Which is because suddenly it all comes back and I have to think about it. You doing this means I don't get to go on a little trip. I go straight to the thinking part.

[greatoldjohn]

'A little trip'. Hmm.

[ He's just letting her eat and he'll go to the shelf and pull out a book so it isn't Awkward. ]

How does the 'trip' help you to think more instead of just... thinking?

[pitofguilt]

[ To borrow an image from Jon-- ]

Thinking without stopping feels like banging your head against the wall. It doesn't help you figure anything out.

[ Except thinking about what you've done isn't about figuring things out, and she knows that, but she just wants to get a little bit drunk please. ]

[greatoldjohn]

So you've been thinking non-stop about what you did and the only way for you to stop thinking about it is... to get high.

[pitofguilt]

[ Why can't he just let her have this oh my god. ]

What's there to think more about? I did something stupid, I played my friend and stole to make it happen, and what came out of it is I almost killed Arthur. I don't get to decide if you or anyone sticks with me or not.

[ See? She learned! She gets it! ]

And yes, I do feel like shit over it, because you and Arthur and Misty didn't deserve that.

[greatoldjohn]

So you haven't actually thought about it at all. That's what I'm hearing.

[ He's paging through a book of watercolor art pieces. ]

[pitofguilt]

I just told you what I've been thinking. About all of it. For days now.

[ Not... diligently, since the first one or two days, but still. ]

[greatoldjohn]

"What's there to think more about" is what you said. Nothing you said just now goes beyond what we first talked about on the day it happened.

[ He looks up. ]

So you haven't thought about it beyond that.

Unless you're holding back more?

[pitofguilt]

Okay, fine. I broke everyone's trust. [ Except maybe Misty's, but that's a whole other thing to not deal with.

But there is more she's holding back, isn't there. What Jon got out of her, which feels like too much to say, except she already said it. To a warden who's not her own, no less.

Angry (at life in general), she puts down her fork and puts both arms on the table. ]

Warden-inmate confidentiality. [ Which maybe she doesn't deserve, but John isn't the revenge gossip type. Her file gives him enough to do that with, and he hasn't.

So. Here goes. ]

Library Jon asked me about it. The creepy asking way where I couldn't lie even if I tried. And...

[ big deep breath, and when she breathes out, the anger comes off. She feels exposed, more so than when answering Jon. ]

...I answered. I told him that it wasn't about you or Arthur or Misty. It was... that I didn't think I deserved you all being so... kind. That I wanted you to hurt me. Because that's what I deserve. And I still think you should, but you won't, so I feel like I deserve it even more now.

[greatoldjohn]

[ John listens, that plain mask giving away nothing while he does. And when she's done, he waits a moment more. ]

Why do you think I'm choosing not to hurt you?

Why do you think I'm choosing what I have chosen? All of it.

[pitofguilt]

[ Wasn't this supposed to not be twenty questions???

But, frustration aside, she's here now, and they're doing this, so she's going to stick with it for as long as she can. ]

I don't know. Because... you don't think violence is the answer? That missing something good is better punishment than giving something bad?

[greatoldjohn]

Wrong on both counts.

[ He punched Dorian in the balls and he'd punch him again if he had to. John Doe will throw his hand any which way as necessary.]

You and Misty fucked here the other night, and I don't give a shit, so clearly I'm not trying to make you 'miss out'. Try again.

[pitofguilt]

I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about liquor and drugs.

[ She doesn't care that he heard. Good. It was great sex, she's not ashamed. ]

[greatoldjohn]

And I said what I said. Try again, Nat.

[ He turns up from his book. ]

Though I'm curious how well it went for you, thinking about what you did and why you're here the whole time while you were having sex. That must have been awkward.

[pitofguilt]

[ John what the fuck. ]

Obviously, I wasn't thinking about what I did while fucking. But before that, yes. I told her the truth, and I apologized for lying to her.

[greatoldjohn]

[ Back to the book. ]

Then it sounds like you got a break from thinking. And you managed it without a drink or a smoke.

Since that helps you think more, you should have it solved soon enough.

[pitofguilt]

[ You little fucker who is not little at all. ]

Clearly not. You're gonna have to be more blunt than you have been.