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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[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I would like, yes.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

At the bar, and when would suit you?

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

It's the outlook that makes me happiest.

ql!

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

If you're Mr. Londo, no, I am not. I'm Juliet.

[At this point she realized that there wasn't a really delicate way to bring up the point of discussion. But she accepted the invitation to come in, more curious about the person who lived there than the house itself. She'd spoken to him over journals before, but if she had seen him, she had no recollection. Who was he, and why did he feel like he must share that moment of his life over the journals?]

ql!

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

[Ambassador nodded and closed the door behind her.]

Juliet. I have written with you over the journals before, no? And so you have come over, because I have my name, or because of the other thing? What do you want, hm? That, it is a question to be asked of us all. What do we want.

But with a more simple want, we shall start. Would you like a drink?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Why? You will only be disappointed many times, no?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

An evening. I am not so picky about the days - you choose one.

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. But I'd rather not assume the worst of someone I don't even know yet, for instance.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow, or the day after?

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

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

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Let us go for the day after, I think, yes?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

There is something between assuming the worst and the best, and that, I believe, is the reality. I am a realist.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Let us go with the day after, hm?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. And yet, I wonder. The whole story, I am not sure that I know.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Sounds good. I'll see you then.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I believe that I will look forward to it.

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

Ah, but where things are uncertain - do you assume the best or the worst then?

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

I think I'll just stick with Mr. Londo.

Why would I do that? I mean, it sounds like now, if ever, would be a time to keep talking to you.

[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

That's fair enough - which of us does? But in the end, you are what you are, and the rest is wasted guilt.

ql!

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

I came for them both. For one to offer congratulations, for the other to offer, as I wrote, empathy. As for what I want, at the moment, it is nothing more than that.

A drink would be lovely, thank you.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Some guilt, it is wasted. But some makes sense. We have done many things. I doubt any one of us has not done something we regret.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

The worst. It is easiest. And then sometimes, I am pleasantly surprised.

ql!

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

[He sighed and nodded as he went to poke his head in the fridge.] I have a strange orange juice that is called just that, orange, I have water, and then I have a great many more interesting drinks of various alcoholic strengths. Which would you prefer?

And... I thank you, for the congratulations, though it is not as if I did anything to get my name. I was taken by the elevator, a toy, tossed where whatever hand wished to toss me.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Or Londo, if you would like.

Because now you know that I am not simply a strange man with three wives, but that I have killed as well. Safer, it would be, to not talk with me, no?

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

Sometimes assuming the best of other brings out the best in them. And sometimes you are disappointed, instead.