16 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[No one on the ship has seen Red Hood with her mask off. Few know her actual name. Barbara likes it that way; it's easier.

She doesn't broadcast to the network very often; she's not particularly interested in exposing herself to the ship at large. At worst it's dangerous, and at best it's just irritating.

She's willing to make an exception.

Her hands, gloved in coarse black leather, are clasped in front of her. Her expression is grim, her voice cool.]

Obviously, everyone is excited about the door, and Arthas is clearly enjoying stirring the pot.

Before anyone does something ridiculously stupid, they should keep in mind that we're in this, ultimately, together. [She manages to sound completely sincere, too.] If this ship dies, so do we.

So instead of petty rivalry and private schemes, why don't we come up with a plan, together, that saves our collective ass?

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[Locked from Arthas]

[forsaken_queen]

[So Sylvanas gets angry pretty easily these days. Especially at wardens. Call it pent up frustrations against her own. Right now her voice is distinctly warm with her anger and offense.]

In what way have we ever been "in this together"? Just because Inmates and Wardens share the same basic geography does not mean that we're together.

[Locked from Arthas]

[bodilesswarrior]

No, it doesn't. [She's not going to bullshit, not to Sylvanas.] But in this specific situation, we're all in danger.

[Locked from Arthas]

[forsaken_queen]

Is that supposed to mean anything? The Inmates have been in danger since the moment each of us arrived in this Hell. It's about time you Wardens shared in our fear.

[Locked from Arthas]

[bodilesswarrior]

[A low, derisive snort.] You say that like we've never been in Hell before.

But you know, you're right. Most of us deserve to be afraid. Most of us deserve to die screaming.

Won't help the rest of the ship any.

[Locked from Arthas]

[forsaken_queen]

Allow me to remind you of the circumstances that cause Inmates to arrive. We die, or are very close to the moment of death. And then we get here, where it's our blood that paints the walls, our screams in the night, as you Wardens take your sadistic pleasure in torturing us. All so we can become hollow, vicious, monsters like you. And of course, you get your rewards.

There is only one among us that wouldn't return to peaceful death, and he wouldn't ask for us to sacrifice all the innocent souls here, just for his sake. Which is what makes him an actual hero. He would be willing to sacrifice himself, so that this place never again traps another innocent, and corrupts their soul. The fact that the lot of you bastards would go down in flames is an added bonus.

So bark up some other tree, you smug, self-deluded bitch. I hope you burn.

[And she hangs up.]