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inhumandog[Iago’s drunk. Again. Thanks, Prefect! But this time there is no destruction. No throwing of furniture (yet) and only Iago…sitting behind his desk, his hair tied back. He’s drunkenly wielding a quill like a sword in front of the camera. He’s…eerily calm.]
I have been here for exactly 1 year, 7 months, and 14 days. And in that time, I have accomplished very little. Oh, I have kept a warden, yes. And I have killed a few men. You might say I have even ‘made strides in my rehabilitation.’ [He gives a grand gesture to this, emphasizing his sarcasm, placing the quill aside.]
And yet…here I stand. Or…sit. Tell me, people of the Barge, about graduation. For those inmates who have been here as long or long- [And then a thought strikes him.] That doesn’t leave many, does it? Shego. Hayley. Adam. Sylar. Elle. [Oh wait. He was going somewhere before he got distracted.] As I was saying, tell me why you haven’t graduated.
And why would you ever want to? For those who haven’t had the pleasure of being around so long. This time last year? I was being forced to make apologies. Last year, I helped rule a kingdom. This year? Nothing. A paradise. [He sighs, glaring at his desk. His tone lowers a bit.]
What is the point of it all? Why must we endure this Admiral’s sick and ridiculous fantasies time after time? [He’s working himself up and slams a hand down on his desk.] Do you people enjoy it? You wardens? You damned harpies. Snatching us away from a moment only to drag us down into your filth with you.
You believe you are any better than we are? I have seen your sins, dear Wardens. And I. [He stands up, grabbing a book. The observant will notice that it’s Othello.] HATE. THIS. PLACE. [He loses his temper completely and hurls it across the room. The camera shuts off.]
[A few moments later, he adds in this:] And as for those apologies…Angelica, you can have the one I never gave. Consider this my sincere apology for shooting your husband, even if he wasn’t your husband. [That finished, he turns the camera off again.]
I have been here for exactly 1 year, 7 months, and 14 days. And in that time, I have accomplished very little. Oh, I have kept a warden, yes. And I have killed a few men. You might say I have even ‘made strides in my rehabilitation.’ [He gives a grand gesture to this, emphasizing his sarcasm, placing the quill aside.]
And yet…here I stand. Or…sit. Tell me, people of the Barge, about graduation. For those inmates who have been here as long or long- [And then a thought strikes him.] That doesn’t leave many, does it? Shego. Hayley. Adam. Sylar. Elle. [Oh wait. He was going somewhere before he got distracted.] As I was saying, tell me why you haven’t graduated.
And why would you ever want to? For those who haven’t had the pleasure of being around so long. This time last year? I was being forced to make apologies. Last year, I helped rule a kingdom. This year? Nothing. A paradise. [He sighs, glaring at his desk. His tone lowers a bit.]
What is the point of it all? Why must we endure this Admiral’s sick and ridiculous fantasies time after time? [He’s working himself up and slams a hand down on his desk.] Do you people enjoy it? You wardens? You damned harpies. Snatching us away from a moment only to drag us down into your filth with you.
You believe you are any better than we are? I have seen your sins, dear Wardens. And I. [He stands up, grabbing a book. The observant will notice that it’s Othello.] HATE. THIS. PLACE. [He loses his temper completely and hurls it across the room. The camera shuts off.]
[A few moments later, he adds in this:] And as for those apologies…Angelica, you can have the one I never gave. Consider this my sincere apology for shooting your husband, even if he wasn’t your husband. [That finished, he turns the camera off again.]
