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[Infirmary Spam, pre-flood]

[Some time after Gard's unconscious, coma'd body is discovered and moved, Scorpius plants himself on the edge of the man's bed, casually running through his datapad to pass the time. There's no obvious reason to outsiders why he feels the need to watch over his warden in typical creeper fashion, but he does, and presumably will make difficult the lives of anyone attempting to get near to either without a solid reason]

[Public, post-flood]

In some ways, I feel as though a comatose warden is simply not holding up their end of the bargain. The game feels less interesting when one of the players is absent.

I wonder if Hiziki Gard thought to leave anyone in charge of my supervision in the event of his...disposal.

[Private to Horatio]

I believe I have something of yours, Horatio. If you wish to collect it, come to my cabin.

[Private to Crichton]

John. Yet another flood is happening. Be on your guard - I have yet to discover the logic of this one.

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[Objectively speaking, you're the one at fault here, John. You took the cookies out of the oven before they were properly baked. Scorpius does not approve your tampering of the things he chooses to put inside your brain]

Don't you mean the rest of your life?

[Considering those cookies never should have been baking in the first place and the dough is stolen property, he doesn't see this as his fault, no. Or at least not his fault alone.]

You haven't put two and two together yet?

Your deal is to rid yourself of the neural clone.

[It's not a question. He watches Crichton's head signature anyway, curious: this isn't something he would have immediately guessed as John's first deal]

You're surprised.

[This isn't a question either. That Scorpius had to ask at all tells him this much.]

You thought my deal was for being returned home to Earth?

I thought it one of a small number of possibilities.

Guess you don't know me as well as you thought.

Missing pertinent information is not the same as not understanding your motivation, John.

[But this new information is oddly liberating. He may have more allies in his fight to keep Crichton on the Barge than he'd initially realized]

Well ,I'm just so glad we cleared that up.

I'm still expecting you to keep this to yourself. People around here think I'm crazy enough already. I don't need you goin' and blabbing this on a public filter.

I will not speak publicly of it.

Does Aeryn know?

Thank you.

She knows. She has for a while.

I admire your honesty.

Best of luck with the flood, John.

No point lying to you.

[Still not your friend.]

Sure. Whatever.

[He hangs up.]

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