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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Private;

[youwillgotohell]

You're not obliged to love someone so awful.

[That was a double edged lesson, for her. She wasn't obliged to love Uther, and now no one is obliged to love her.

She shrugs: Archer is impressive in many ways, but they all have their faults. They become inescapable.]

Private;

[codename_duchess]

What if I do anyway? You can't really help loving someone, right?

Or hating them.

Private;

[youwillgotohell]

Then you deal with it. One way or another.

[Either he loves her enough to put up with the rest, or he hates her enough to kill her.

These really shouldn't be the only two options in her mind, but there we are.]