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[The feed turns on, the signal coming from Robert Lutece's console - and there he is, standing in front of the camera...in what appear to be Rosalind's clothes. They're a bit too small, and his waist is cinched in...he's got a corset on. Deadpan, he addresses the camera.]

Good evening. I am Robert Lutece.

I would just like to say...I am a complete buffoon. If I weren't so busy secretly wearing my sister's clothes while she isn't home, I might actually take a moment to listen to her. She's had a hard time of things during all this, and I haven't been nearly sensitive enough. I'm a complete idiot. Here I am, telling her to be more social...just so I can lark about at home.

I am...ashamed.

[Something is...not quite right here.]

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Action/Video; my kokoro, vin, my kokoro, do u see these tears

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[He, being her, knew that her response would be strong and vicious, and it was. His life was shallow and Rosalind was the only depth. He'd had no support in what he did. His colleagues laughed at him where Comstock built a pedestal for Rosalind.

And while he would never see his mother again in the first place, the idea that he could never start a family was shameful in a way.

This would be about the time that he would turn off the feed, but hey, they're at the climax, may as well give those watching their resolution.]

I don't know why I thought spending the rest of my life with you was worth sacrificing everything I left behind for you Rosalind. You, who didn't care about condemning a young girl to live isolated only to become a monster. You, who didn't care if the world would burn as long as you had me by your side. You, who left me to do all the leg work while you watched with your nose in the air.

You have your own suite. Please leave.

Action/Video; I CAN CAN YOU SEE MINE

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[Bringing up what Rosalind's mother had thought of her had been like a punch to the gut.

For Robert to say that he, HIMSELF, did not think she was worth what he had gone through was like a knife to the heart.

Rosalind stood for a moment, shell-shocked, numbly comprehending that he had just told her to leave. The accusations echoed in her mind, and suddenly, she was a little girl in disgrace all over again. A little girl in disgrace, wearing the skin of someone who hated her.

And that someone wasn't Robert. Not technically.

He lifted his chin, eyes flashing, and struck out with a full-force punch towards Robert's face. He would leave in a moment, sure. But first things first.]

Action/Video; tonight is a cuddles night omg i'm so sad vin look what we did

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[Robert makes no attempts to evade the punch. He deserves it. Honestly he can't recall the last time he felt a pain that was physically inflicted and not an atomic level of discomfort. The sting brings new understanding that they are here, in this one place, this one moment, not all moments like they were.

One place, one time, one life.

And now it was crumbling down.

He staggers back from the force of the punch, the inside skin of his cheek tearing against his teeth. He tastes blood. Robert looks back up at her wordlessly, holding his cheek. Expectant.]

Action/Video; we need hot chocolate or tea and snuggles definitely we have done a horrible thing

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[Rosalind can see that Robert is waiting for more. Waiting to be laid into, struck again, screamed at...but it doesn't come. Not this time. Tears well up in his eyes, and he blinks them back. He looks down to his fist, the discordance of seeing HIS hand instead of hers making Rosalind reel.

Robert might have been the one hit, but blood starts to trickle from Rosalind's nose, falling against the light fabric of his jacket. He speaks, voice cold and shaking, all pretense lost. It's over.

It's all over.]

Allow me to dispense with one more truth before I leave, then.

I hate you, Rosalind. More than anyone else.

Goodbye.

[With that, he turns on his heel, shoving past and leaving the feed running as he slams the door behind him.]