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[Written, because he doesn't trust his voice right now. Also, content subject to change as backthread continues. Watch this space.]

I take back everything bad I've said about the other ports.

[Private to Costigan.]
I need a drink, and you probably do too.

Spoke to Nygma during the port, by the way. Thought you might want to know.

[Private to Claire.]
Are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't able to find you.

[Private to Slade.]
Thank you.

[Private to the Admiral.]
Please restore my inmate's powers. He deserves to have them back.

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"Hm." [He had a birthday coming up - the first one he'd know the date of, the real date. Would it even count? There was something ironic about that; having your first real birthday you could remember not meaning anything.

Then he raised an eyebrow.] "You turned into your costumes. At least that sounds like one of the better floods."

Spam - Because I don't 4th wall/canon punture.

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[She frowned, explaining,] "Nooooot really. I set of games to test people and if they survived, they lived. If they didn't, they died. Like that Jigsaw killer."

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[He shook his head.] "It's the Barge - I should have expected as much."

Summary : Run-on sentence ftw. If not okay, will edit.

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[In which they continued to talk into the wee hours of the night, because sleep sure as hell wasn't coming anytime soon, and when they did finally cease their chatter and attempted to rest, Claire found herself fighting the urge to fall asleep because she didn't want to face the nightmares, and instead, she watched Jason sleep (or was he?) from across the room, grateful he had let her stay here.]

Summary : Check. P.S. He's totally not asleep.

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