"I am sorry." It wasn't fair, no. "Your brother's obsession, what he thinks is love, it's volatile. I'm sure you know, he seems to have some of that over you as well." Given the memories he had put into Ianto's head. They were clearly about Giacomo, it was very obvious now.
"Maybe you can just meet him. We'll... We'll monitor things." They had to run experiments, really. Gather data. But Jack had a feeling that wasn't a good subject to bring up. "We have experts and great technology. I'm sure your physical presence could be obsolete soon." They just needed something that could temporarily neutralise Barty at any point. An injection based on Giacomo's power, maybe that was possible.
"He's my brother." Giacomo stated hopelessly, not sure what to say. "I don't want to hurt him any more. I never did." But what choice did he have? He was stuck here and as always, the circus had to go on. He hated it so much. He hated that mom and dad made them do it and whatever slim chance of a life they had would be gone now.
"You people always say Barty is a monster but he never hurt me. Can't say the same for anyone else I've ever met in a place like this." Giacomo sighed and leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling. "When do I talk to him?"
"Whenever you feel ready." Jack was trying to be kind here, but he also knew that they had to get results. And he knew that there was no way to make Giacomo feel better about this, no matter how he argued for it. He didn't want to treat him as if he was stupid or naive. "If you'd like, we could walk down right now. He doesn't know that you're in the country."
He was sure that would be an unpleasant surprise, given everything.
"He knew it was coming, he's not an idiot. Bet he's expecting me."
Giacomo got up and shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders. "Lead the way, I guess." As they left the conference room, Giacomo eyed up the people in the room and frowned, wondering which one was the guy his brother was into. It was interesting though, for a bunch of people who thought they were doing the right thing, none of them wanted to look him in the eye. "Like I said before - you need more art on the walls. This place is depressing and not just cause of the human right violations. Maybe get some pop art."
"We'll work on it," Jack promised as he opened the door to the stairs and let Giacomo go first. "He's not here. Sam. He's out right now." He wasn't sure why he clarified. "You can meet him later, if you want."
That said, they arrived on the door to the cells and he opened that as well. Barty didn't put his book down, he kept on reading. There was a rather outdated boombox placed right next to his cell and the book he was reading with a frown was titled 'Chicken soup for the soul', because Sam could be a cruel son of a bitch.
"Hey, Jakob." Barty was still looking at the book, even turning a page. "Long time no see."
"Hey, Barty. God, that's annoying." He came over and turned the boombox off because he didn't want to listen to Disco. Who did? Fuck disco. He looked up at the camera and he knew they would be able to translate it but maybe not in real time. Maybe it brought him some ounce of privacy. So he switched to Italian.
"Tell me what to do." He didn't know, he was lost and confused, he had no idea what he should do or how to keep them both safe. "I don't want to be here. I don't want you here. What do we do?"
Going one step further, Barty switched to Latin, reciting a poem before closing the book. "Alas, poor brother, unfairly taken away from me, now in the meantime, nevertheless, these things which in the ancient custom of ancestors are handed over as a sad tribute to the rites, receive, dripping much with brotherly weeping."
That said he sat up, set the book aside and finally looked at Giacomo. It had been a while. He moved on to Italian as well, since it was more of a token effort anyway. At least Jack looked confused, so there was some satisfaction in that. "I've been feeling nostalgic, Jakob. I think it's time to bury the past."
"Bury? How? It won't go away. I've tried, it doesn't go. You can party, drink and fuck but it doesn't go away." He had been trying. A lot. He moved closer to the cell and then leaned on the glass, looking at his brother curiously. And then he switched to Tolkien Elvish. Why not? It was fun to be around his brother, only he could play with languages the same way he did. "Mother? Father? They've been so absent."
He had never seen them again, even if in the early days, he had a pathetically childish want to be found by them and just have a normal life. As if. Idly, he changed it up to French this time. It was just satisfying to make it as hard as possible for these guys to snoop. "It's just us at the end. As always. What do you have in mind, brother?"
"My mind is on blood and death." What else was new there. Other than the language, which was Gaelic. Barty sounded almost wistful there and then he turned his head and smiled suddenly, looking at Giac, his tongue touching the corner of his mouth briefly. Ancient Greek was a good choice for this. "Oedipus was ignorant when he killed his father. I've never claimed ignorance. It doesn't fit me."
He planned on killing both their parents with full awareness.
"...are you two fucking around?" Jack honestly couldn't tell. "How many languages do you speak?"
"At least one more." Barty answered him in English, then spoke to Giacomo in one of the languages they had made up. One that only they spoke. "I know where they are. That's why I came here. To find out."
He wanted him to know that he was still too smart to be caught. That he could still protect him.
"It's fun, you'll enjoy translating. Promise." Giacomo assured Jack with a bright smile before he turned back to Barty, seamlessly switching to the language they had built together all those years ago. A shared language of trauma and resistance. One he enjoyed speaking and hadn't been able to for years.
"I knew it was on purpose! Smart Bart. Are you going to kill them?" Giacomo didn't know how it felt but he couldn't say he was weeping over it. "They want to stop you. They want to use me to neutralise you. I can't let it happen, not this time. I want to not be a coward or -- or it never stops, does it?"
Giacomo looked scared as he looked to his brother, clearly unhappy with the situation. "Kill them and make it all stop, Barty. I want it to stop."
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"Maybe you can just meet him. We'll... We'll monitor things." They had to run experiments, really. Gather data. But Jack had a feeling that wasn't a good subject to bring up. "We have experts and great technology. I'm sure your physical presence could be obsolete soon." They just needed something that could temporarily neutralise Barty at any point. An injection based on Giacomo's power, maybe that was possible.
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"You people always say Barty is a monster but he never hurt me. Can't say the same for anyone else I've ever met in a place like this." Giacomo sighed and leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling. "When do I talk to him?"
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He was sure that would be an unpleasant surprise, given everything.
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Giacomo got up and shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders. "Lead the way, I guess." As they left the conference room, Giacomo eyed up the people in the room and frowned, wondering which one was the guy his brother was into. It was interesting though, for a bunch of people who thought they were doing the right thing, none of them wanted to look him in the eye. "Like I said before - you need more art on the walls. This place is depressing and not just cause of the human right violations. Maybe get some pop art."
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That said, they arrived on the door to the cells and he opened that as well. Barty didn't put his book down, he kept on reading. There was a rather outdated boombox placed right next to his cell and the book he was reading with a frown was titled 'Chicken soup for the soul', because Sam could be a cruel son of a bitch.
"Hey, Jakob." Barty was still looking at the book, even turning a page. "Long time no see."
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"Tell me what to do." He didn't know, he was lost and confused, he had no idea what he should do or how to keep them both safe. "I don't want to be here. I don't want you here. What do we do?"
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That said he sat up, set the book aside and finally looked at Giacomo. It had been a while. He moved on to Italian as well, since it was more of a token effort anyway. At least Jack looked confused, so there was some satisfaction in that. "I've been feeling nostalgic, Jakob. I think it's time to bury the past."
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He had never seen them again, even if in the early days, he had a pathetically childish want to be found by them and just have a normal life. As if. Idly, he changed it up to French this time. It was just satisfying to make it as hard as possible for these guys to snoop. "It's just us at the end. As always. What do you have in mind, brother?"
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He planned on killing both their parents with full awareness.
"...are you two fucking around?" Jack honestly couldn't tell. "How many languages do you speak?"
"At least one more." Barty answered him in English, then spoke to Giacomo in one of the languages they had made up. One that only they spoke. "I know where they are. That's why I came here. To find out."
He wanted him to know that he was still too smart to be caught. That he could still protect him.
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"I knew it was on purpose! Smart Bart. Are you going to kill them?" Giacomo didn't know how it felt but he couldn't say he was weeping over it. "They want to stop you. They want to use me to neutralise you. I can't let it happen, not this time. I want to not be a coward or -- or it never stops, does it?"
Giacomo looked scared as he looked to his brother, clearly unhappy with the situation. "Kill them and make it all stop, Barty. I want it to stop."