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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is currently out cold, but slowly showing signs of coming round.  He's not exactly in his best state; his nose is shattered, and he has a stab wound in his chest.

For once?  This has absolutely nothing to do with the Master.]

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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So maybe it is possible.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

It... can't be possible. There's no... I'm a Contractor. [And hullo scalpel. Her brain is breaking a little bit, and she does not like it.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[And would be backing off now.] What are you doing?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I... [EVEN MORE CONFUSION because killing him for presenting contrary evidence = NOT LOGICAL] Don't know.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Jack won't be happy if you kill me, you know.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[So lost] His feelings have no bearing.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Even if his feelings don't matter to you, he'd most likely kill you.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Tch. [Stands there, holding the scalpel, totally not sure what to do. The indecision is a thorn in her side as much as anything else.]

I'll come back.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So will I- apparently everyone who dies here comes back.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[And she drops the scalpel, pressing a hand to the side of her head.]

...something's wrong with me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Nothing's wrong with you.

[Making his way over to her, but standing on the scalpel just in case.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She glares at him, but it's extremely uncertain.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Pauses, because he really has no idea of what to say.] ...you alright?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

No. This doesn't make sense. None of it fits.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Not many things do if you think about them too hard.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

But... I'm a Contractor. I'm a Contractor. I... it's supposed to make sense. It has to. There has to be a reason, a logical conclusion...

[Gives him a look that seems a bit, well, helpless, and not at all emotionless]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that's rarely the case.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...then what am I?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I don't know. [Then, as an afterthought;] I'm sorry.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She takes a step away from him, and then another. Between the Glamour and the logical runaround she's just been given she doesn't hardly know which way is up anymore.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...Misaki?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...stay away.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Why? [Because yes; he is finding that questioning her logic works well.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I... [Can't--literally--acknowledge the fact that she's afraid] I don't... know.