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.

Comments

[wayofflowers.livejournal.com]

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

[notamelonfucker.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[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?

[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?

[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.

[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...