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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[persecutioncomplex]

[is she laughing? not quite but she appreciates the sentiment if not the words]

You don't get it. Neither of my mothers would say whose I really was, and my father didn't care because I was his.

[codename_duchess]

...But why would your moms not tell you? Also, your dad had two wives? Was he in a cult?

[persecutioncomplex]

I never understood it. I-it wasn't as if either of them were interested in me, so I don't think it mattered.

...at least I saw them.

[codename_duchess]

Well if they weren't interested it's not like it counts.

[persecutioncomplex]

It still matters if someone's there, even if they never say a word.