Bartleby in his room

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By this time, Bartleby has tried everything he can think of on the lock. It won't budge. He's started pacing, his wings twitching. There is nothing to do other than think about what he is, what he's done. He shakes his head violently, trying to knock the memories loose, and unfurls his wings.

It takes him a moment to realise why they feel different. He's... he's been clipped.

[OOC: Waiting for muddypetticoats]

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What causes? *is becoming agitated* I'm unstable, if that's what you mean. Little, ridiculous things will push me over the edge.

There's no reason. There's nothing that can be fixed.

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*She looks at him incredulously.*

I find it impossible to believe that you could in all seriousness, think such a thing. You are simply making excuses for your lack of self-control.

You are not so bad as you would wish people to believe, Bartleby, only a complete and utter fool.

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I'm not making excuses! I've just said there are no excuses!

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*She responds icily.*

You have said yourself that your actions stemmed from a gross instability on your part. If that is not the most blatant excuse I have ever heard, I shall be very much surprised.

I had hoped to reach some form of understanding or resolution regarding the state of matters between us. I do not relish being here in the slightest, Bartleby, and I have not come for the sake of diversion. I have come because although you behaved despicably towards me and our acquaintance, you were once my friend, and I wished to be able to leave this place believing that despite what has passed, that friendship was not wholly destroyed. Perhaps I was foolish, myself, to think thus.

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I... I don't understand what you want me to do! *his breathing hitches*

Just go away. *he puts his head in his hands. Please.

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*She stiffens, as if slapped, and responds even more formally than before.*

If you would like me to leave, I shall. I seem to have been regrettably foolish in my hopes for this meeting.

*She turns swiftly to go, but pauses at the door, speaking softly but not turning around.*

I hate what you have done, Bartleby, but I do not hate you. If I am unable to return here, know that I sincerely hope you are able to discover some form of peace, however uncertain I may be that you will be able to achieve it. I wish that for you very much.

*She opens the door, and walks out, locking it behind her. She walks rigidly down the hall, making it nearly to the door before the tears start to fall.*

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*behind her, Bartleby flinches at the click of the lock* *his eyes look miserable and bruised, and he slowly curls himself into a ball again, shivering*

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[OOC: Storm out, will you? I must sleep.]

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[OOC: Give her a cause, and she will. You've got an opening in the last comment I posted.]