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[handleyourshit]

  

This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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[ukan]

"I got into an argument with my inmate. He hit me; I hit him back. He was a popular warden, so people are protective of him." He shrugs. "This place runs on popularity."

[handleyourshit]

"Society runs on popularity."

It's not exactly resigned, or dismissive, or condemning, but somewhere in the venn diagram center between.

Moreso: "Your inmate." But she doesn't linger. "What was the argument about?"

[ukan]

"Nothing important. He's an easy man to argue with, because he's angry at everything and lacks self control." And Lark has an easy time pissing off people who already run hot.

[handleyourshit]

"So he's an easy target," is what she's hearing.

[ukan]

A laugh. The opposite of that, actually. "No. I resent that he has people coddling him; he's a difficult target. I could name a dozen more vulnerable inmates who get overlooked, who would have been overlooked, who have been in the past."

[handleyourshit]

Depends on what the goal is, she thinks.

"Overlooked?" she prompts instead.

[ukan]

"Not everyone graduates. A lot of inmates don't." Some he's cared about, and some he's just as guilty of overlooking as anyone else is.