Da Capo Al Fine

Oh. Right…

I'm sorry.

…I can’t read the song you wrote.

...I meant to play it for you. On your birthday.

What were the tapes for?

For dancing to. There's some Harry Connick Jr., Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, Turner Layton,... and I found you some Bollywood music. And then there's... well. Never mind.

Yes. Carter gave the box to me. I opened it. 

I got the stuff.

Y-you did?

Why did you bother? It wasn’t really that happy…

Sorry. I didn't mean... I just... thought you should get to hear it at least once.

This doesn’t concern you. Guilt doesn’t make you a part of this. Just like whatever went on between you two has nothing to do with me. She mouthed off to me, I’m going to have my way. That is my right.

…You’re back.

I tried to come back earlier but didn't quite make it back before sunrise. I... Happy late birthday.

I'm not letting you touch her.

I don’t want out of the cell! I don’t want to be around fangs or claws or anything to do with monsters! Martyr? Martyr? Go fuck yourself, lady. I am a prisoner, not a damned martyr. I don’t care if you’ve done anything. The last time I trusted someone, it didn’t work out so well, and now I want to stay away from all of you. 

Y’know what. As it is, I’m bored these days, so you’ll be serving a nice little punishment for that mouth of yours. Sleep on that, slave.

[Private] I… yeah, of course. What day is it exactly? Do you know what she likes to eat? I’ll talk to Dani about maybe getting a cake for her. You’re leaving us?

[Private] Of course, Brigitte. What can I do for you?

I want to go back to my cell.