whatthewrackspurt | 6th Spell

6th Spell

[Private to Jax]

I was hoping it would be you.

[Public]

Hello, everyone.

[Luna seems to have taken down some of the mistletoe around her door and fashioned herself a pair of mistletoe earrings, which she is now wearing.]

Curious, the level of festivity around here. The Admiral must be a very big fan of Christmas.

Happy Hanukkah!

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...I don't think that's possible any more.

The Admiral doesn't think so.

That's why you're here. If you weren't here, you wouldn't get the chance to be one anymore.

It might not be possible. But it might be, too. People who are irredeemable don't think of themselves as bad people.

Could we try? Together?

[Another pause, Jax focusing on anything but his communicator for the moment. He gives a breathy laugh, rubbing his hand back through his hair.]

Man, you sure ain't quittin'. [Remarked, casually, an attempt to claw some of his bravado back.] Alright. Fine... If you really want to.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

No, I'm sorry. Quitting's not something I like doing, if I can help it.

[She gives a bit of a smile Jax's way, pleased]

That's fair. You did warn me. I'll keep that in mind.

Alright... Haven't you got some reading to do?

Yes, I do. I'll talk with you later, Jax?

Guess you will be.

[Luna gives her inmate a warm smile, and signs off]

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