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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[codename_duchess]

...Why not? I do it for work all the time.

[fire_punk]

You... do?

[codename_duchess]

Um, duh and/or hello? I've got a license to kill. I'm a freaking superspy.

[fire_punk]

No, shit!

[He takes a moment to think about the rest of it.]

If you want to kill her, I won't stop you. I did everything I could think of to make sure she couldn't hurt anyone else but...

[codename_duchess]

Yes, shit. I am the world's deadliest secret agent. I can take her out like that, providing she's vulnerable to a sniper rifle and - what, a silver bullet?

If not I could just hit her in the head with a pipe, whatever. You don't go around fucking little kids.

[fire_punk]

She's just normal. She doesn't even have her weather powers anymore.

[codename_duchess]

Uh, hello, she is not normal at all.

[fire_punk]

I didn't mean like that. I meant you don't need anything special to kill her.

[codename_duchess]

I don't? Awesome!re

[fire_punk]

She's human. Of course you don't.