Morior Invictus

Yeah, yeah.

C’mon, lets hurry it up.

What a sham this world is that no one admits to loving meee. [Marlene is joking, her world is forged of steel - she’s been known to buffer off not receiving compliments when others do, because she is simply used to it.]  

You had your chance with me all through school, McKinnon. Especially during the dark years. Your loss.

Didn’ even think o’ that.

That’s because I’m brilliant.

Please don’t go anywhere.

I could say the same to you.

Individually, yes. 

You amaze me.

Oh I can do more if you like. Sailboat fish tacos on the moon. Cactus heart pox marks. Boxed wine toe rings. 

Do you even understand half of what you’re saying right now?

The feather duster of brain spaghetties. 

I--yes.

Yeah.

This is the place.

You’re especially handsome when you get that look on your face, you know. I think it’s… contented. 

I feel at peace, you know? It’s sort of like being around you clears out my head.

Or perhaps we could get a House Elf. We’d treat him better than most, I’m sure. And he’d be free to leave anytime he wasn’t happy sticking around. 

That’s a bloody brilliant idea.

Yes. Yes, I do spend too much time around Mar, my Mac coat. [Marlene’s laugh is loud, and she grins.] That hurts that you think we should be institutionalized.

I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy the insanity. In fact, seeing as how I sort of love Mac, I’d say I’m a fan.

But if they move on we’ll starve. 

We’ll hire a food deliverer.

Haven’, actually. Haven’ been out ‘n about all that much.

She alrigh’?

I dunno, it’s hard to tell. I think maybe all of this has finally sunken in, you know?