I've been here... four years. Or nearly so. If you count the year on the flotilla. [Which he does.] The most important part is listening to your inmate. Finding out what they need to graduate. It'll be different for everyone.
[He makes a weird noise, something that starts as a short and ends in a rueful, involuntary laugh.]
Yeah, okay, fair.
Is it ever...I don't know. Weird? That kind of domesticity next to...oh, someone set the library on fire or killed half a dozen people again? Well, time for soup.
Oh, it's fething weird. The way this place deals with murder is fething weird. But having friends and all that... it helps keep me sane. I need people around, like that.
It's...I didn't have very many friends, before I got here.
[He stares into his drink rather than meet Rawne's eyes as he admits this.]
It's - I'm so grateful but it's awful, too. I must have been here two weeks and my first friend was murdered, just like that. And he's an inmate - he didn't have any way to defend himself.
But, I mean. It could be anybody, you know? How are the inmates supposed to believe us about anything if they can die any time and we just...keep going?
[He raises an eyebrow, although he's smiling. He likes Norton, and he's rather glad someone did arm him, but that's not quite the same as trusting him.]
A while back, my commanding officer showed up. He wasn't very nice and Norton tried to kill him, for me. That meant something. That he'd try that, just for me.
[It's not a traditional romantic gesture, but it affected Rawne deeply.]
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Someone who asked questions about why I was the way I was and listened to the answers. Someone who cared. Who liked me, for some fething reason.
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[It's because of Quentin that he can say things like that and mean it.]
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Oh - I. I met him once, I think. When I was here in the General's place.
White hair, gentle and awkward?
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They were in a relationship, for a while. Them and Fives. Who's also gone, now.
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I think I'd forgotten that.
[Ew, Jedao One having sex. Much worse, Jedao One having sex with someone Jedao himself has a teeny tiny maybe crush on.]
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[He likes all of them, he liked those dinners, but the blatant affection was a little much at times.]
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Yeah, okay, fair.
Is it ever...I don't know. Weird? That kind of domesticity next to...oh, someone set the library on fire or killed half a dozen people again? Well, time for soup.
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[It took him a while to admit that.]
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[He stares into his drink rather than meet Rawne's eyes as he admits this.]
It's - I'm so grateful but it's awful, too. I must have been here two weeks and my first friend was murdered, just like that. And he's an inmate - he didn't have any way to defend himself.
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[He was lucky enough to get here between murder sprees.]
Who's your friend?
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But, I mean. It could be anybody, you know? How are the inmates supposed to believe us about anything if they can die any time and we just...keep going?
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If your inmate asked you for weapons, for self-defense - how would you decide?
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[He raises an eyebrow, although he's smiling. He likes Norton, and he's rather glad someone did arm him, but that's not quite the same as trusting him.]
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[Jedao points out, though not sharply. He's not, personally, very mad about it, but it does seem relevant.]
Not saying you're wrong about him. Just...not all reasons are great reasons, even if you have them.
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[He'd forgotten, for a moment.]
I'm not happy he did that either. I thought... if someone tried to pressure him like that, he'd come to me.
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What convinced you? About him.
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[It's not a traditional romantic gesture, but it affected Rawne deeply.]
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I know the feeling.
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Do you like it here, mostly?
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