013 ♐ Video ♐ I'm writing this letter and wishing you well; Mama, we all go to hell

[codename_duchess]

[Archer's been thinking. Running around teasing the flooded passengers was a good distraction, but his talk with Rogue has stuck in his mind. So this time he looks a bit more somber, although no more sober than usual. He's sitting on his bed, tie undone, sipping a gin and tonic with Kazak sprawled out behind him.]

Hey, I just have a question.

Is it uh - shit. [He falters, uncharacteristic for him.] Is it normal to hate your mother?

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[this_corrosion]

I dunno, what did she do?

[codename_duchess]

She's a bitch. And she's mean. And she liked her dog more than me.

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[this_corrosion]

What, actually?

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[codename_duchess]

Yeah, actually.

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[this_corrosion]

Fuck that, she's just bad at being a mom then.

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[codename_duchess]

That's pretty much what I think.

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[this_corrosion]

You don't need her. What about your dad?

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[codename_duchess]

I don't know who my dad is.

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[this_corrosion]

Well, whatever, you're a secret agent! You don't need any of em. I only met mine the once, didn't make that much of a difference.

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[codename_duchess]

Yeah, but my mother's my boss. She's a former spymaster.

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[this_corrosion]

Why'd you go work for her if you hate her?