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[anewlanguage]

You know, Dean? Dean, you might be right. Maybe half right.

[Some six hours after Barbara's post, Cain is completely stinking drunk. But he's also feeling more sociable, and between swigs or statements he hums a song, occasionally mumbling the lyrics.]

...Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine...

I'm not rethinking stopping being a pacifist, but I oughta say I'm feeling like doing target practice, and the boat's not real steady under my feet, you get what I mean. So hurry on down, clear out my gun cache.

Knives, too.

[He takes a healthy swallow from the bottle.]

dreadful sorry, Clementine...

[The feed cuts about halfway through that chorus

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[tucky]

What do you mean?

[anewlanguage]

When you graduate. When the Admiral decides you served your time. You goin to stay?

[tucky]

Yeah. Uh-huh, I am.

Why?

[anewlanguage]

[He scowls like she's about to yank out his molars, like he has to let her]

Just don't want you to go, that's all.

[tucky]

... I don't want me to go, either.

[anewlanguage]

So don't. Don't go anywhere. Got it?

[He frowns at his knives, all haphazardly spread out before him.]

You want a pocket knife? Could be useful.

[tucky]

Really? Yeah.

[Though she's pretty sure Merlin is going to take it away.]

Can I come get it right now?

[anewlanguage]

Sure thing. My door's open, I'll keep the knives till you pick one.

[tucky]

Okay.

[And she'll get there soon enough, peeking in.]

I didn't know you liked me enough to want me to stay that bad.

[anewlanguage]

[He looks up at her and makes a small, subconscious gesture for her to come in. He's seated at his desk, which is laid out with weapons.]

Did you ever pray for her?

[tucky]

[She crosses the room and stands next to the desk, leaning against the wall.]

Who?

Oh, your-- your daughter? Yeah, I did. I said I would.

[anewlanguage]

[It's the only comfort there is right now, apart from the kind that he keeps pouring out of a bottle, so he'll take it.]

Thanks. ...She'll need it, you know.

[tucky]

[She starts to reach out like she's going to pat his arm, then changes her mind and pulls back.]

... I'm sorry.

[anewlanguage]

You lost anyone?

[Here, at home; it doesn't matter to him right now, the lines are so blurry between it all.]

[tucky]

You mean to death? My grandpa died when I was four.

[anewlanguage]

[He nods, but that's hardly the same.]

Or someone you'll never get to see again. Someone you miss.

[tucky]

I don't know. I guess I don't have anybody like that.

[anewlanguage]

No one? Even here? No one you'd cut someone to protect?

[tucky]

... Here's different. I care a lot about some of the people here.

But I don't miss any of them because none of them are gone.