dear_mun | [Glares at mun. GLARES. Reason? Planned app to lastvoyages]

... You did it. You actually did it. You, you wrote up the form and are planning to apply soon as they open. Because you got the shiny username and want to spread your wings. You even ran the concept past some of the people there and made that, that NOISE at some of the replies.

Bullshit.

I mean, what would I do there? What will it accomplish? It's the goddamn SS Helltanic. In SPACE. And I'm supposed to be a prisoner? Listen, I don't know what you're going for, but I don't belong there. It's not me. I've suffered enough already, for Christ's sake. Why can't you app me at some place with lots of hot blondes and a neverending whiskey tab instead of a zombie apocalypse or a stealth porn game or a place full of Sylar clones... ugh... or a fucking haunted house... You just like making me squirm, don't you?

You have that crazy scientist guy. And that ghost hunter. And that old friend of Ma's. And that secret agent. And the box guy. And Niki - I mean, Jessica. Go torture THEM. Any of them. Leave me alone.

[blinks at mun]

... Proud? Deluded?! ARROGANT?! PUPPET?! ISSUES?!?! Listen you -

What do you mean, you're ignoring me until I'm out of this pet?! Hey! HEY! Come back here!

I don't believe this. Walking out, really?

(And I don't appreciate the aspersions cast on my character. That's libel. I can sue.)

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[Isaac's been there awhile. He's nearly graduated, but that doesn't mean he can't be bitter and cold toward a Petrelli and a politician. Double-hitter, really.] You would say that. Inmate or warden?

[grinds teeth] ...Inmate.

Mun thinks I'd be a total disaster as a warden, apparently. Something about being "fundamentally incapable of handling power". And I think I heard the term "gullible" dropped somewhere in there.

[ Like it was all HIS fault that people sought to undermine him at every turn. Sulk.]

Unsurprising. I won't tell you that it's quick or easy. It hasn't been for me. But some inmates graduate within a few months, if that's any sort of comfort to you.

["Unsurprising"?! ...Sheesh. Everyone's a critic.]

... Really? That's possible? [Hmmm. VERY interesting information.] Thank you very much for letting me know, I appreciate it. [grins happily]

Granted, those have mainly been the ones who weren't guilty of any real crimes. [Ball of positivity, this one. You're not welcome, Nathan.]

Aaah. Right. [As if he really believed he was about to catch a break.] Well, thank you for your help, at any rate - even if it's not an option, it's still more information than I started out with. Guess I'll just have to wing it. [That's right, even if people don't like him kill them with niceness anyway.]

I'm not trying to help you. It's the same information anyone's going to give you. [For instance, he could tell you that your daughter is onboard. Could tell you that Sylar is already gone and graduated, but he won't.] You're there for a few months, or you're there for a few years.

[now he's just trolling Isaac] You're still the first one who DID bother to tell me, so you deserve the thanks anyway. It's only good manners, after all. [beams]

[Just stop trying to impress him with how white and straight your teeth are, Nathan. We all know that's what's trying to happen here.] It's not good manners either. Politician. It speaks for itself. You do what you can for your own gain.

[you always think the worst of him. that hurts his feelings. snff.]

Why can't it be both? You gave me information that I can use to my advantage, and for that I am expressing the appropriate gratitude. ... Maybe I can return the favour someday.

[Well, you are a Petrelli, Nathan. Maybe Isaac's mended things with Peter, but he doesn't have to do a thing about you.]

What could I possibly want from you?

[A really, REALLY good therapist? Ba-dum-tish.]

... I don't know. Not right now, anyway. Which is why I said "someday". I would still consider myself as owing you a favour nevertheless.

[He's a politician, a lawyer and an Irish-Italian, he can talk all day if he has to.]

[Glares at mun. GLARES. Reason? Planned app to lastvoyages]

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