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[tergiversant]

[The message that plays when you receive Rufus Barma's inbox is simple, curt, and almost annoyed to have to do this.]

Be succinct.





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[psychopath]

Please don't call me that, I'm not a hero at all. I just had to make hard decisions- just Jack would be fine.

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[tergiversant]

[Well, well. Barma smiles, a bit unkindly, at the screen as the video feed cuts out to swap to text. A nice touch.

A convincing, simple show of emotion from a man forced to do the right thing in the worst of times. How fitting.

His next text is simple:]

Jack, then. May you find all of your just rewards.

[A simple platitude for a goodbye, and Barma idly shifted between programs on the strange device, thinking over his own words and picking them apart for what was given and what was kept. Honestly, any other time, any other situation, it might have actually been fun.

This man who made a fool of the country and worse, Barma himself, ... he'd probably do best to avoid for now.]