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[anewlanguage]

When I first got here, and I figured out that no matter what I did I wasn't going to die permanently, I thought the rest of the ship was nuts for panicking every time some worthless psychopath got bored and turned murderer of the day.

I'm rethinking a lot of the shit I thought I "learned" when I graduated, but one thing's the same: I was wrong about that. It matters. And the first person to parrot back what I said when I was an inmate can take a bullet between the eyes, got it?


[Spam for IRIS]

[He does a quick patrol, not because he expects anything to be more wrong than what has already happened, but because he needs to work off some energy before he settles in where he feels he really needs to be.

Which is with his girlfriend who, he's pretty sure, will be at the center of a shitstorm. He goes to her room and knocks, for once.]

Comments

[anewlanguage]

Well if I see someone trying to stab you, I'm not gonna be able to just stand aside. And if you need help or something and I can give it, I'm still offering. That's not gonna change.

But you've got better instincts than me and I maybe ought to stop trying to get in your way.

[tucky]

... I got better instincts?

Are you sure about that?

[anewlanguage]

Well, mine tell me to go out shooting. To go in shooting, too. So if yours are more thoughtful than that, I'd trust 'em over mine.

[tucky]

I've had those instincts sometimes, too.

[anewlanguage]

What are your others like?

[tucky]

I'm still learning that.

[anewlanguage]

Seems you're on the right track to me. Since they're tellin' you to give people a chance, and all.

[tucky]

They don't tell me to give everybody a chance. Sometimes I'm working against my instincts.

[anewlanguage]

I can't do that yet. I try, but they're stronger than I am sometimes, know what I mean?

[tucky]

Yeah. I have that problem sometimes.