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Seamus Harper had a lot to think about: nightmares and life--and death.

And babies. He'd been thinking about babies and little kids a lot lately, and just generally thinking a lot, and as such, he was outside for once, in open air, under an open sky, looking at the stars.

In Harper's opinion, stars weren't really interesting once you got up close and saw that they were roiling, bloated gas-balls of radioactive death. They stopped being beautiful and started being a traveling hazard.

He liked where he was sitting, though. It was a very flat rock he'd found on the other side of the lake, far away from the bar.

In his head, he'd started to call it the star-watching rock, and it seemed to him that it was someplace that was a piece of home.

Weird.

What was weirder was that the name seemed to have come into his head from somewhere else entirely...

[OOC: Whatever happens, Mesaana is last timeline-wise.]

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A sickly sweet tone of voice as she loosened the bonds of air around the hand that was not to his gun.

"Yes."

A pause as Compulsion filled her voice.

"Now, I want you to write a suicide note. One that your friends will believe with no kinds of secret codes or anything like that in it. You will in no way attempt to say that this was anything other than your own reasons."

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He sighed, sounding very put upon, turning and putting the paper on the flat rock so he could write. "What is it you're trying to do here?" he asked, scribbling away.

i cant do this anymore. im sorry.

i saw my parents. thers this girl who pulls people into her dreams and there own dreams and i saw my parents i saw them and i cant i just cant do this anymore.

i've met death. i'm not skered.

shes pretty hot anyway.

"You want me to keep quiet? Fine. I'll keep my damn mouth shut. I don't know your name and I didn't catch a good glimpse of ya' anyway." He didn't sound afraid and for once in life, he found that he really wasn't all that frightened. A little hyped on adrenaline and not in control of his own body, but it felt distant to him. Unreal.

Or perhaps it was, instead, just a little too familiar.

"That's pretty damn easy to understand, and honestly, I really don't give a shit what evil, zany hijinks you're up to anyway. But if you're trying to get me to cower and wince and beg for mercy and all that crap just to get your egotistic evil jollies, it ain't gonna happen, lady. I'll do what you want, but only 'cause I don't really care if anyone other than me knows who you really are--somebody's bound to figure it out on their own and take you down--and I ain't gonna give you the satifaction of thinking you can control me."

Because it was still his choice. Grovel and cower and beg or die horribly and painfully.

But it was still a choice.

i am sorry i realy am cuz of all i put you all thru. to have dun all that and hav it end lik this...

but i'm not afrade. and if im not afrade then what the hells stoppin me?

i miss my family. ive done pretty well for a pahtetic littel mudfoot you now? why push my luck?

beka u can hav all my cds. leste i can do for the person that savd me. i got to have a real life thanks to you. i got to go out into the stars. i got to know wut it wuz lik to be a free man. ther is no way i culd thank you for that.

trance uve always gided me down the rite path, always seen what way for beka and rev and me to go. im counting on that now. keep looking to the future. keep finding the rite path for beka. she nedes a gud luck charm

There was only a moment's hesitation, as he thought what to write next.

Or at least it looked like he was thinking. What was really happening was that a struggle went on in his head as he tried to change a single word from what he felt compelled to write instead.

im sorry my sparkly golden pixie.

"You kill me and someone's gonna figure it out eventually. You don't kill me, I choose to keep my mouth shut and there's nothing that's gonna make people suspicious. But I ain't doing the groveling thing, and while I have a preference for living, I met Death and she is a royal babe."

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Under that veil of silvery shadows, her smile twisted slightly. He was telling the truth, because he was trying to put a brave face on it. Such a man. His death would be more trouble than it was worth, though so very satisfying.

"...Very well. You know the consequences of not keeping quiet."

Reality folded, bent and twisted into a doorway into infinite black. A blackness deeper than even the darkness of deep space. Mesaana stepped through the doorway and reality folded back to normal.

The weaves on his body would unravel eventually.

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It was a half hour before the bonds finally released and what he'd remember most about that half hour was the cold, and the feel of freezing metal against his temple.

After that, he finally fell to the ground, shaking.

But it was only from the cold for once.

For once.

After holstering his gauss gun, he dusted the snow off of his cargoes, picked up the soggy note, and started rubbing his arms as he made his way back to the bar.

"Bitch," he muttered to himself grumpily, crumpling it. "Didn't even offer me power and babes."

Once you'd seen one evil overlord, you'd seen 'em all.