[video] one more nothing i'd like to say

[bedsidemanners]

[private, text, unhackable]

Seven months here and all I've ever gotten for my troubles is a massive amount of tension headaches and a couple of burns. I don't mind the burns. But--

I mind feeling like this. I don't want them here, mostly for Michael's sake, but part of it's mine. The Messiah's as much of a disappointment and an irritation as ever. I know damn well he knows what's gone on but I don't care to hear it at all. And I can't stand what Lucifer's simply being here has done to Michael. I should have-- been better.

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[and to video, leaning back idly in his chair]

I saw someone on the street today trying quite hard to smoke three cigarettes at once, and I ended up with about six and a half croissants from the bakery for the price of two this morning. Much as I'd rather it was my overwhelming charm, I figure it's safe to say I don't really merit over commerce, so I suppose we've got another curse on our hands. I only hope no one overdoses on medication.

But at any rate, I have a question. Given the length of time and the people here I'm sure it's been asked before. How many of you have been back home, for however long? Did you remember this place at all while you were there, or would that have even made a difference? Inquiring minds, and so forth.

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[shall_yield_us]

Oh, of course. How could I forget? That was our good Prime Minister.

[bedsidemanners]

He wasn't responsible for my promotion or my being here.

[shall_yield_us]

No, your timely liaison with Michael helped the promotion, we've already sa -

...no, I don't suppose you've seen much of Sevotharte. Of him.

[bedsidemanners]

Michael had nothing to do with it.

[a pause, before reluctantly adding] I saw him before the trial. That was all.

[shall_yield_us]

And Sevy-darling never confided in you? Gave you no word of kindness, not the shortest speech?

[bedsidemanners]

Hardly. I'd sooner expect words of kindness from you than from him.

[shall_yield_us]

And so I've given you them. But would you partake of them? No.

How... strange, mind. Sevotharte. Not a smile, not even for the cameras. To think.

[bedsidemanners]

You've given me nothing but ample headaches since your arrival.

You have to admit he had his hands full enough with conspirators to sour anyone to the public. And he hated me.

[shall_yield_us]

I've bruises named for Sevotharte's men.

And don't you fuss. Daren't. Your skull's not split, and so you live and my work goes undone.

[bedsidemanners]

I'd still sooner take him back than see you rule heaven again in your state.

[shall_yield_us]

...you know nothing, Raphael of the Four Winds.

[bedsidemanners]

Won't you enlighten me, then?

[shall_yield_us]

If God's given His try and failed, there's no hope left for you.

[bedsidemanners]

Not even a last-minute redemption? Surely I haven't been written off so entirely.