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

[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.

[notamelonfucker.livejournal.com]

No. It doesn't. And killing someone is something to feel bad about. But you can't say anything for sure unless you know the full situation, and I don't think you'll ever know in this place.

Will you be all right?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

You have a point, my good Mr. Barry.

And also, you have a question that I do not have the answer for. Likely, yes, I shall be all right. Presumably. One goes on, here, no?