myironeyes | Marsh your FACE is a trigger warning

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First. Everyone should stock non-perishable food and water. More than you need. And carry some on you, if you can. Those who remained themselves kept possesions on their person when they switched over last time. I will prepare small packs for anyone who would like one. Volunteers who wish to do the same may meet me in the kitchen after the end of dinner shift.

Second. Medicines, if you need them. Can the infirmary provide small amounts of disinfectants for everyone? I will make up suture kits, and if anyone does not know how to sew, I can teach you. It isn't difficult.

Third. Everyone should arrange signals with those they trust, so those who have not been remade can recognize each other without being revealed. We should also share anything that might help those from this reality gain our confidence and cooperation if we are changed - many there would have overthrown it if they could.

Fourth. For those of you who don't know, this -

[A two-second burst of video; his face, the spikes, a momentary gesture]

- was to make me the monstrous servant of an evil god. I am very, very difficult to kill and very easy to psychically control. Some of you will remember that I was used there to brutal effect. Anyone with pyschic abilities or superhuman speed who is willing to kill me if necessary - it almost certainly will be - should let me know now, so I can tell you how to do it properly.

Lastly. Ryan Hardy is no longer on the barge. He had a German Shepherd named Mike. Someone should adopt him.

[Private to Vin]

Do you want atium?

[Filtered to Iris, Jean, Ned, Cassel, and Nathan]

I can't decide if I should stay.

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[He thinks of Alex, as he was there, the weight of axes in his hands, the sound of beheading. His quiet thanks, after.]

I would rather be stopped, Jean. Whatever you need to do, I give you permission.

[Even if it is both less and more than killing. He knows saying the words won't make it much easier. But maybe a little.]

[Her head drops, bangs shielding her eyes. She knows it's the right thing, she knows it'll be better for him in the end, but it doesn't stop the twisting in her chest.

She ignores the desperate spark of anticipation.]

I could - there are a lot of things. I could just stop your mind. Tear your organs apart. I could - I could just atomise you.

If I die, I might just come back. And suffering the toll won't stop anyone from using me.

[He doesn't care about being torn apart - he is always in the moment of being torn apart - but he might need to be controlled.]

I was afraid you were going to say that.

[She remembers Kitty's parents. She remembers twisting their minds on a whim, because it would be easier.]

...I can take control, if I have to. And I'm pretty sure I can stop anyone else who tries.

If it comes to that.

He'll fight you, if he's from there, but it won't matter.

No, it won't.

It's alright, Jean.

It's better - better you than any of them.

Thank you. [The words are soft and rushed and aching.] For trusting me.