Iago

The relationship that we had was false. He never really cared for the things that I did because he never really cared for me. And yet I returned to him time and time again, hoping that he would give me something I could never get for myself. I was trapped in his web, you see, and I had no idea about that confinement.

And all he did was wait. Pulling different strings, watching me twist, while I thanked him for helping me. [A light chuckle.] I’m sure you see the madness in it now.

And yet, there I sat, doing his bidding when he doesn’t have the decency to be present. Trying to impress a man who neither cares or even knows. Dragging a woman through the mud who did nothing but risk herself for me.

I’ve washed my hands of him. I can stain them with blood just as easily on my own, and I don’t have to endure the shame of feeling like a puppet.

[Private to Claire]

Thank you for taking me into port. I can’t and I won’t apologize for what I said before. Not now, at least.

[Private to the Marquis]

Apologies without being asked. And I didn't misbehave at port. Tell me that is worth something. [Pause.] What's it worth?

Also, I have your…souvenir.

[Private to Prefect]

A drink?

[Private to Sexby]

When your wife wakes and if she is in a good enough mood, I’d like to speak with her. Two minutes.

If you must be present, I won’t object.

[Private to Wichita]

Should we talk or continue to ignore each other? I don’t mind either way, but I would like to know if I may be on the same level of the barge as you. To be quite honest, I’m never really comfortable with the unknown.

((OOC: SO. I have a bit more time than I thought FOR RIGHT NOW, so I figured I'd take advantage of it while I could! YAY!))

[Iago's very, very calm as he sits at his desk, gently tapping his fingers against the wood. Anyone who knows him, though, might see that it's very, very fake.]

Edward Sexby. [A smirk.] Edward Sexby. It's a bit long to be holding a grudge, isn't it? Do you feel better? Hitting him in the face...I'm sure that was a beautiful feeling. Your hand colliding with his face or...did you use the metal one so you wouldn't dirty yourself with my warden's blood?

[Iago grins a bit wider, leaning forward.] Does it make you feel good, as a warden, to have relieved your violent tendencies? I could always take my revenge on the people...[Snicker] person...you care about. Just like you do.

Or maybe not.

Do I hold grudges like you? Or am I not allowed to be violent because of my status here?

And the rest of you wardens...let's see how long it takes the rest of you to lose your calm. It's a beautiful thing, that loss of control. Apparently this is your new way of solving issues. Even ones over a year old.

The Marquis has asked that I issue Edward Sexby, Angelica Sexby and Judas Iscariot an apology for an action I took during Port.

I shot Edward Sexby.

I sincerely wish that I could apologize, however. The ultimatum my warden presented to me was tempting, yes, but I cannot accept it in good conscience, because I do not feel I did anything wrong.

( Long-ish forced apology under the cut... )

( Private to the Marquis )

[Private to the Marquis]

My life...a spider's web of lies and deceit. I was the spider, spinning the web to keep myself from falling too far in. I caught so many other lives in that net, twisting them about as if they were only puppets. Which they were, of course. I cared not for their lives because they cared not for mine. They cared not to see, they cared not to look.

And now, in my death, there are webs all around me. They catch and twist, made up of words that they cannot justify.

My web almost broke.

If it had- where would I be?

Is nothing real?

[Private to Sexby]

What did it feel like?

[Private to Judas]

I will need to be alone for a few days, my friend.