yourunichase | A crack in the mirror.

Why? Do you want me to come there?

Because I... feel kind of trapped. Like someone's shut me in here. It's just the port, I know that, but... shit.

Well, either that, or I can come to you.

I'll come over. Fuck feeling trapped.

Thanks, Parker.

[And a few minutes later Parker knocked on his door, hoping that he had booze cause she didn't.]

[He definitely did have booze, and was already into it a little, so opened his door and nodded for her to come inside, instantly feeling more comfortable with someone else in the room. Someone he trusted in the room.]

[Parker nodded and walked in, looking around before she dropped down to take a seat. She was worried about him, but she kept the concern off her face.] Alright, Paddy-cakes, booze me up.

[Paddy poured her a whiskey and thrust it at her, then sat down himself,] Booze ahoy, Parker, booze ahoy.

How's it going, anyway?

[She took the glass and took a large drink of it with a scowl.]

Denise won't let me graduate until I can leave and not fucking kill my father. Which... I'm probably never gonna do.

[Paddy took a large drink himself]

Yeah, but how much shit did you think you'd never fucking do when you got here, Parker?

There's other fucking solutions. Don't write shit off, Parker. You never know.

This is different. The Centre needs to fucking go down and my father [the words were so spat] and Raines need to be stopped. No one is going to be safe until the and the Centre are gone.

[He sighed, because he didn't want to be arguing with her, but still,] Yeah, Parker, and if you can only think of killing as a way of stopping something, she's fucking right. Hate to point it out, but she is. You're right, it does need to be fucking stopped, but... you can do other shit. You can come up with better shit. You're more intelligent than that.

Because justice is going to work to bring him down. I don't even know who killed Thomas, and four people died to stop the investigation. How many more do you think the Centre would have killed in order to stop them from being brought down? Thousands. At least, including me. I'm not doing this out of vengeance, it's justice for what they've done to everyone they've ever touched.

[Paddy shook his head,] Parker, if there's one thing I fucking learned, it's that killing people never works out to be justice. The bitch that killed my daughter, and gave me an addiction that should have fucking killed me, thought that she was giving out justice for what I'd done to her daughter.

It wasn't justice. Don't drag yourself into Hell to dump people there to stay. Because the likelihood is that you're stayin' with them.

[He paused awkwardly and had a drink,] Parker, it ain't my place to argue this shit out with you, but... I can't fucking fault her, here.

[Parker got up and she started pacing at that. She had expected Paddy to be the one person who got it. Jarod only got it as far as taking the Centre down, he didn't get what needed to happen. She slugged down her drink quickly before she set down the empty glass.]

We're probably talking at least a million people here, Paddy, between everything that they've done. A million fucking people.

Yeah, but Parker. You start doing shit like that and you ain't gonna stop. You'll feel, I dunno, righteous and powerful, and like you can fucking make shit happen.

[He stared into the drink a little,] You've gotta draw the line somewhere between you and them.

This is me drawing the line between me and them! [Parker scowled even deeper.] What the fuck is the point of me finding out how wrong everything they, how wrong everything I did at the their fucking orders if I can't fucking go back and fix it?

Yeah, Parker, but don't fix it the way they'd fix something. That defies the fucking point of finding all that shit out.

No. If I was fixing things the way they did, I'd go back, torture them both and end by fucking removing their god damn balls. All I want to do is make sure that they can't fucking hurt anyone else.

Then fucking lock 'em up in a fucking box. Then they've fucking gotta live with it.

That's the only fucking reason I ever wanted to punt Shinzon's head off the fucking deck. But... it.. Parker, it might stop 'em, but there's gotta be other fucking ways about it.

Are you even listening to me? There isn't anything that can hold them! The government can't, I know it. I did clean up for them for years. There isn't anything that can harm the Centre but taking them down, and the Triumvirate and destroying them.

They have killed so many people, Paddy. And they won't stop.

Yeah, I'm fucking listening. But I ain't gonna agree with you. And Parker, you worked for them, you did all this fucking shit, you were in fucking arm deep, right?

So if anyone can fucking hold 'em, anyone can fucking fix this without just slamming a bullet in someone's brain, you can. You fucking well can.

[Parker looked very nearly murderous right now, and her steps were sharp, hard and pointed.]

I did what I did because I was fucking raised to do it, Paddy. Raised by them!

[She pointed harshly at him.]

You're supposed to be on my god damn side!

[At that, Paddy looked outright affonted,] I am on your fucking side. I'm trying to fucking tell you you're better than just shooting the fucks in the head.

Far fucking better than that, Parker. You ain't gonna convince me otherwise.

[He really didn't know enough about this and the only reason he was keeping it up was because he gave a damn.]

[She made a little growling sound with that and her hands balled up at her sides. Parker was angry at that, she was angry at Denise and she was pissed as fucking hell that she had all of this knowledge that she couldn't do anything about right now. Eventually, after she made the deal for Tommy's long and happy life (away from her) she'd go back and take the Centre down, and this was a major part of it.]

Some people deserve to die.

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