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[This is not the Erik anyone of this Barge has come to know. Something has shattered in him. He's graduated. The camera floats in front of him, held in the air by his mutation: the angle makes the cause of this change obvious. To one side, Charles' body lays, broken, bleeding; on the other lies Ben's, impaled by a dozen make shift spears. The area around them has been torn up by Erik's ripping panels and light fixtures and anything not metaphorically nailed down from their proper places.]

Charles is dead.

[There is weight in his voice, a heaviness laying on his head, but it doesn't break. He stays steady, out of necessity. Erik is not a defeatist: he is not giving up. He is making a choice.]

So is Ben.

[The camera floats ahead, and behind him, Charles' body rises in his wake, following. Ben is left in a pool of his own blood, abandoned. Erik heads for the stairs, brow furrowed - silent, but not done with the broadcast, not yet.

Along the way, bits of metal come to him, hovering on the peripheries.]

You're all so intent on killing each other. That's what it takes to graduate. [He's heading up, taking the stairs two at a time.] To have a second chance at life. All you have to do is destroy everything you hold dear.

[His throat tightens, compromising his calmness: everyone on board will feel the ship ripple just slightly.]

So be it, then. But I've had enough of this cock fighting.

[More metal is coming to him, faster, melding together around him.]

No more murder. No more pointless infighting. You're done.

[Ahead of him, the door to the deck slams open as he steps through; the angle changes, and he stops walking, but his forward momentum hasn't halted. He's floating. The bits of metal close behind and above him, forming a dome as he floats above the nightmare Arthas has made of the deck. It's open enough for him to be seen, but it's closing fast.

Another tremor runs through the Barge.]

When that door opens, there will be a new Admiral. And it's not going to be someone who doles out death like handshakes. We've all endured enough.

[He remembers Cuba, and he remembers the choices he made there. He knows the choices he's made here, and the one he's making now.] This will never happen again.

[The sphere closes, perfectly enclosed, and hangs above the deck. It will stay there, guarding or waiting, until the door opens.]

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[ Ffffff. ]

My condolences.

Erik.

[:C!!!!!!]

[Um xcuse me what the fuck are you doing.

The storm above the deck seems to move its eye to watch the metal being gathered, then starts striking it with lightning.]

I'm going through.

[With or without Erik, he means, but he is a wolf; teamwork is in his nature.]

Oh God dammit. [Her voice is harsh and bitter and genuinely grieving - Charles was a good man. He deserved better.]

I - [She shakes her head, quick and sharp. She's not going to get all sentimental about this. Instead, she switches the filters.]

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I've got your back. [She might have liked Charles better, but she gets the feeling Erik will be just as ruthless, now. He's not a bad second choice.

If, of course, that's what awaits him.]

[She sees Charles body and her faith in the Barge snaps. It had grown taut already, stretched achingly thin with each wave of pointless suffering, and now - ]

You should just let it burn. [The words are harsh and rough, as she stares at the corpse.] Take the Inmates home and let us burn.

[ She screams.

She screams, because she knows that this time it might be permanent. She might have lost her brother. Forever.

She runs after him, and when she gets to the sphere, she slams her hands against it. ]

Erik! [ He can't do this. He can't cut her off. ]

No, there won't be. I won't let there be a new one.

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