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[anewlanguage]

[video]

[Cain is set up, as always, somewhere fairly dark but bustling. In this case, he's wandering patrolling one might say the halls, checking in on the various public areas.]

How many of you have ever seen the Admiral, face to face? Hell, does he even have a body? Or is he just the essence of sass trying to crash a ship every couple'a weeks?

[Spam for Iris]

[After he turns off his feed, he turns on his heel and strides to Iris's room to wait for her.]

Comments

[darknessb4me]

Yes.

Do you think he's going to give you what he promised?

[anewlanguage]

[He draws a slow breath, because this is at odds with what he feels he should be thinking, as a warden.]

He'd damn well better. Because if he doesn't, I'm going to do every goddamn thing I can think of to make his life hell.

[darknessb4me]

Hah. Get in line.

[anewlanguage]

Oh yeah? [He's glad to hear it.] You ever get close to doing it?

[darknessb4me]

Making his life hell? It's impossible to tell. I don't think he's sober enough to be miserable.

[anewlanguage]

He hardly seems like he can be sober, you know what I mean? Like he's--programmed, almost.

[darknessb4me]

I think he simply does the minimal that is required of him and complains when he gets caught doing less.