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[Cain has flour on his cheek, and he's in the kitchen, taking a break.] Y'know, worldwide there's room for comfort food after a real shitty day. I'm takin' requests.

Me, I always went for pierogis. Stayed in Poland just long enough to learn how to make 'em. [And to kill a diplomat. But. You know.] Kid seemed to like 'em pretty well, too. Pretty sure tastes change, though...

Anyway, give 'em here, give me all your requests.

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[hellofist]

You didn't name me.

[She's so angry that it's easy to push out full sentences, now.]

You were a trainer. Never acted like father!

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[anewlanguage]

[He has justifications that he uses on every single other person who tries to yell at him on Cass's behalf. He won't use them on her. She'll see that he doesn't really believe them.]

And I should've! I know! There were times I did, don't tell me I never did. I know it wasn't enough, okay? I know I did wrong by you but I did show you things outside the training, I tried to let you smile sometimes-

[He yanks his self-control back up] Y'want me to forget all that, to never speak of it again, I will. I'm not tryin' to erase what I did to you.

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[hellofist]

[She did smile, with him. She remembers that, just like she remembers star gazing and her pride when he'd grin at her when she did something right and her awe when he would move, when he would hurt people. She remembers bicycles made for two.

But there's more, there's things that should have made her cry but didn't because it was conditioned out of her.]

Don't forget it. Remember it. Know that... you could have done it right. You chose to do it wrong.

Tell people you... made me food, if you want. But don't hide behind... few good things you did, to make up for bad. Don't pretend to be... something you aren't.

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[anewlanguage]

[His expression closes off tight, becoming the same non-expression he'd always had when he was waiting to see what she'd do independently. It usually preceded a test. But unlike then, this time he nods.]

'Kay.

I should get back to work before the Warden decides to be a slave driver.

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[hellofist]

[Conversational, like he's heard nothing she said, but he did. It'll stay with him.

It's still disgusting to hear and to see, so she turns off the feed without another word.]