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[He gives Patrick a tired look.]

Because he's Batman. Because he's insane. It means the same thing. I know he doesn't mean to fuck us around like this, but he can't actually help it. Ask Dick sometime. I bet even Drake has stories. He'll never choose any of us over the mission.

And they can keep on following him despite or because of that, but I won't.

[It takes a while for B'Elanna to get comfortable with people. She tends to hold them at a distance, so she's noooot entirely sure she wants to sit down for a meal with him. It's not like on Voyager where you can work all day with a few people, then sit down and talk about work. The easiest excuses are kind of gone. She walks in only a little while after Patrick, though.]

Hey.

[Patrick's actually also someone who tends to hold people at a distance - if only because where he grew up, it wasn't really a good idea to get too too close to anyone most of the time - so this is unlikely to be anything particularly prying or overly friendly. He's just kind of bored, and maybe a little lonely, and B'Elanna seems pretty cool.]

Hey. How've you been?

So, this is really it? You honestly don't believe you can get past all this without doing this?

[It was flat, passionless, maybe a little curious, and frankly? Patrick was starting to think this was all a load of bullshit.]

[Awesome. They will get along vaguely swimingly. B'Elanna shrugs, and heads for the semi awesome buffet. She misses replicators. :|] All right, I guess. You?

[He just. Shuts his eyes in frustration. He can feel this slipping away, and he's not in a place where he can punch something. It's a while before he responds, low and careful.]

I have two choices, Patrick. I can choose to work with you or I can choose to stay myself. I would rather stay me, but I can't do what I need to do here, I can't go anywhere, I can't even die.

You asked me if I knew Bruce "loved" me. Of course I know. He's the only person who ever cared about me and stayed. Those are the best four years of my life. Everything important I've ever done, I've done because of him, for him, even when I was trying to kill him. He's my entire fucking life. There has to be more than that. Because I can't be his son. Not like this.

[That's as close as he's going to get to admitting changing might change that, and that he'd want that. It's not something he likes to speculate about. If Patrick somehow reprogrammed him, maybe Bruce would want him back... but he refuses to go that far. It's Bruce who taught him to stick to his principles.]

Okay, so he's your whole fucking life. Why can't you build something else here with your memories? If you don't want to be his son anymore, oah if you think he doesn't want you around, then why can't you try to build something with what you have? The fact that you'ah admitting that you want to do something to change, oah you're willing to do something to change means somethin', unless you'ah lyin' to me and you just want to do this so you can get the fuck outta here as fast as possible and you don't really fuckin' care how it happens.

You said you've got two choices: work with me oah stay the same. Why can't you work with me, but keep yoah memories? This whole thing was your idea, and I've never been that on boahd with it. I'm willin' to do whatever it takes to get you out of heah, but this isn't how it's gonna happen.

I know it's hahd to start over, Jason, and I'm not sayin' this'll be easy or fast oah whatever. But erasing everything permanently? That's not progress. And it's not somethin' moah then what you have now. You want to be somethin' moah then what you ah right now? Then we'll work on it together. But I'm not lettin' you do this because it's easier, oah because you think it'll change everythin' with Bruce oah whatever. Progress is deciding to do somethin' positive with ourselves even if the past hurts, not gettin' Narvin to fuck around with your brain.

[And that was his final decision. Do with it what you will, Jason.]

[As swimmingly as a PI from Boston and a half Klingon Starfleet officer can. Patrick follows, grabbing a tray and shrugging slightly.] Alright. Kinda impressed the Bahge hasn't decided to completely fall apaht again, but not really complainin' about it either.

[The conflict of emotions stays mostly in his eyes, the rest of his expression sullenly stoic. It's hard to say whether he's really hearing Patrick or not, the way he's so still.]

Okay.

[Surprisingly subdued, he doesn't meet Patrick's eyes, but there's no tension in the word, no ominous calm that implies other plans in process. After a moment he just turns for the door.]

I'd be less unnerved if it was actually falling apart. [Not that she's unnerved. :| She grabs a tray and frowns at the selection.] At least that'd be relatively easy to fix.

You'd rather have a hull breach then some kinda flood oah whatever? [He's more amused more then anything else as he grabs the first entree that catches his eye - something with chicken in it, not that he's really paying super close attention. He's not a picky eater.]

[B'Elanna makes a face and shakes her head.] On Voyager? Any day of the week. But I don't even know what kind of shielding the Barge has. If the hull breaches and there's no back up system, we're all dead.

[Pause] I still almost prefer the breach.

Not like it makes a lotta difference fah some people on board, I guess. I'm still hopin' there's a backup system.

So am I. [And she's going for whatever meat option she can find.] Still, I'm not looking forward to the next flood.

Too bad we don't have a schedule oah somethin' to give us a head's up. [And he's grabbing whatever potato product is available because mmmm potatoes.]

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[Potatoes are pretty tasty, she's grabbing that spoon once he's done.] They seem to happen pretty regularly, but knowing what to expect would be nice.

Oah at least have some fuckin' backup system in case you'ah suddenly a different person with no memories of why you'ah here. Might save a lotta time.

You'd think that - would-- [But now she is thinking and oh, of course, the most obvious thing ever.] We could make our own back ups. We'd just need to write down details of our lives - things that are important, and keep them somewhere we'd find, for the next time we, I don't know - think we're 19th century soldiers.

God forbid. [He's joking, but pretty quickly goes back to being serious. It's a good idea.] So, just write ourselves a note and tape it to the fridge oah somethin'?

[She shrugs, grabbing a glass for water.] Sometimes the simplest answers are the easiest. It's worth a try, isn't it?

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[Spam] and like seven hours later I'm done capping for the night :|

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