17 Purple Files

[proudambassador]

Londo of House Mollari. That is who I am. I do not know if it is a thing to be celebrated, finding this out. The knowledge that came with it, it is heavy. What does one think, and do, when they are not sure they wish to know more about who they are, but cannot abide being utterly ignorant?

I am an ambassador, and I am a very bad friend, and I do not think I like myself all that much.

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[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

To know a thing is to know we can change, too, Londo-san.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

The young, perhaps. I am old, and this is the past that I have seen. What is to say I did change?

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not there - but there is here, too.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes. And here I make journals. It is not a very important thing. But perhaps I am different. I do not know. I do not know how to change.

[notamelonfucker.livejournal.com]

Maybe you were a bad friend before, but you can be a good friend here. What did you see?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I am not so sure. But perhaps, perhaps. I saw the death of my friend, my good Mr. Barry, on my blade. Ostensibly it was to save his family, but who is to say? My friend, I killed him. This, it is the mark of a very bad friend, no?

[notamelonfucker.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you had to see that. Did he ask you to do it?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

That, I did not see. Perhaps he did, perhaps he did not. All I know is that he could have killed me instead, and stayed his hand, so that I would kill him. It does not change that his blood is on my hands.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

[She sees the comments below, and thinks for a long time before responding.]

If you desire someone to talk to, I can empathize with this situation.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I am a very boring Centauri that complains a great deal. But if this, and what I have written, do not bother you, then do come over.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Where could I find you?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

My house, it is in section three, number [].

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

[reading the responses is bothering him, but saying that won't help much.]

Do you think you're the same now as you were then?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

[He starts to write a few times, trying to decide what he thinks. Eventually he answers back.]

No. I am living in a tree. I have died and come back. There are some who sometimes care about me, and sometimes some I care about. I think that I could not help but change.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Mm, I agree. With any luck, to someone you're okay with.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

[Tap tap tap. She has to think about this one for a while.]

What would you like to be called now?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I do not know, my dear girl. You may call me Ambassador, or you may call me Londo. It is your choice.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

I think your own name has a nice ring to it. Mr. Londo it is, then. Or how does that work with Mollari? Is that your family name? I mean, like Inoue is mine.

I know it's not really a consolation, but you don't know all of why that happened.

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[There's a single drop of ink. He wants to write - but no. No, he does not. He has no clever answers.]

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

That's an odd sort of complaint, domè. If you were one sort of man before, then you must have thought it good and well.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

No, no. I did not think it good and well then, either. But there was no choice in it.

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

Where there's no choice, there is no responsibility.

[its-me-hooray.livejournal.com]

Bad friend or no, Londo of House Mollari, you are still my favorite brother in all of this ridiculous tree!

Oho, which reminds me...

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

You mean that I am your only brother, no? But I thank you, Night. If you will it, you can be Night of House Mollari. The house, it means little here, but you and I, we were born together.

Do I dare to ask?

[its-me-hooray.livejournal.com]

[Pause.]

Do you really mean that? I don't know what to say...!

Whoops! Don't ask, don't ask! It's a surprise, you'll see!