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[handleyourshit]

  

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

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[handleyourshit]

Yeah, well, a lot of people turn into straight assholes when they're given power over others and not checked on it.

[Is she speaking from experience?

Yes. Yes she is.]

Do you know Abel?

[tarakan]

I do not. In fact, I have rarely spoken to the man. I can tell you next to nothing about him.

[handleyourshit]

[He could be lying to her, of course. She always assumes strangers are lying, because it's safer for her that way.

But these are fairly low risk lies. They'll be exposed the moment Abel is up again, if he's interested in doing so - she's not sure. She doesn't know him either.]

If it were up to me, under the circumstances, Malcolm would be in the cell beside you until Abel had a chance to wake up and tell us what happened.

But I don't have any authority here. I can't even ask questions and expect answers.

[tarakan]

You cannot ask questions from Bright and expect answers. Other wardens have less to prove.

[handleyourshit]

Unfortunately, in this particular case, Bright is the one with the answers.

This whole system can burn in fucking hell.

[tarakan]

There are days on this ship where I agree with that assessment entirely.

[ like right now. ]

[handleyourshit]

It's funny. It used to be something we passed around in one of my law classes: people never fight a system that suits them.

[tarakan]

Agreed. They are perfectly fine willing to overlook atrocities and inequities as long as said inequities do not affect them.

[ he's speaking from experience. ]

[handleyourshit]

I'm going to try to talk to a few people. I'll check back.

You need anything right now?

[tarakan]

All this to be over or entire Barge to shut up for fifteen minutes?

I will be fine.

[handleyourshit]

I meant something doable. Like water.

[tarakan]

Water will suffice.