hadriel | three; video

[oh hello hadriel. it's "connor" but this isn't the silly laid back way he normally starts his posts, he looks very serious as he starts talking.]

Man, you guys are collectively the weirdest group of social media users. One day you're asking who ships what the next day you're making vague comments about something horrible someone did once. And it's always, "oh I couldn't possibly tell you what I did, but let me look for emotional support for my vast and intense guilt!" Please. You think you deserve sympathy for that?

[connor laughs, cold and bitter and shakes his head.]

I get it, I do. It's easier to not talk about it. Easier to live on the reputations you've built while you've been here and ask for help based solely on what people know than give up the ghost and actually show them the skeletons in your closet that you're so upset about. Maybe your friends will just imagine you cheated on your significant other once upon a time, or you accidentally lied to your mom, or you did something that, when we tell the whole story, actually sounds like it wasn't your fault at all. The kinds of things good people feel guilty about.

But let's face us - how many of us are actually good people? Why waste our time talking in circles about vague half-truths or covering our obviously deep-seeded issues with superfluous shitposting?

[he clears his throat and is quiet for a moment - dramatic flair, like he's about to drop some real truth bombs. (he is.)]

Here, I'll start: I killed my professor's husband with a group of friends. We covered up the murder like the good little future-lawyers that we are. We did a good job. We'll probably get away with it. Not that I'm likely to find out, since I'm stick here with all of you now.

[he's just going to let that...sink it. better to do it now before people start getting completely paranoid about the doubles than later on. but even if they figure out he's not his original - what does it matter? this wasn't some lie he was fabricating.]

That feels good, getting that out there. Now it's your turn.

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I think you've overshared.

[and jack is officially unsettled. or maybe that nagging feeling is his own guilt, or even paranoia. but if the "bad twins" could use the network, his own certainly would've popped up by now.]

[jack's double just needs to murder him and grab his communicator that's all :') ]

Ignorance is bliss, huh?

[he would, but he's having more fun his way.]

I don't really care what you've done. We weren't good people? So what. We are here now, and we can be better.

Are we, though?

[all they do is drink and sit around in self-loathing. is that really better.]

I've been trying.

[not that he doesn't still drink and self-loathe. he has a lot of free time in the cave.]

Aren't you?

No. [beat] Maybe. It's hard to tell sometimes.

Your roommate, the girl, I think that suggests that you are.

She cancels out the fake altruism of having a hot blind guy around.

It is a shame that he can't see you, then you could call it even.

[there's a quick smile on his lips, but some concern lingers in his eyes.]

Have a drink. You'll feel more like yourself again.

Drinking hasn't it made it better the whole time I've been here.

[he sighs!!]

Guilt is heavy, Jack.

Does confession make it lighter?

I hope so.

You realize you're making me sad. And I thought we were only making happy memories.

Guess I've done at least one good thing since I got here.

I think 'good' is a bit of an understatement.

[jack, no.]

Maybe it would lift your spirits if I invited you over again.

I think that might definitely help.

[jack yes??? honestly he cant believe he got asked over again after admitting to murder. i mean obviously that worked with hux but hux is a genocidal asshole so like ???]

[sleeping with a murderer or returning to celibacy...the scale is tipping in connor's favor. and his hands aren't exactly clean. maybe jack will even confess a few of his sins to him, see if his soul feels any cleaner.

spoiler: he's going to feel so much dirtier. for lots of reasons.]

You can lay your head on my shoulder and tell me why you did it. He must've done something for an entire group to want him dead.

You really know what a guy likes to hear, don't you?

[i mean he's going to come over anyway]

A regular prince charming.

We'll work on it.