truth_is_cold

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I have several requests. For one, the lunch shift is no longer covered by a warden supervisor and we will require a volunteer. For another, I used to run drills aboard my ship. I know there are a few soldiers or former military here and convenient obstacle courses on which to train. If there are willing participants, I would like to start running some weekly drills again. [He may have other intentions that he wants to use this for as well.] I would like to give the training simulator some real use.

[And another thought.] I- [And he's thinking of requesting company again for that night. The network erroring made him feel a little out of sorts in a very lonely Nietzschean way. He decides ultimately not to, however.] -I suppose that will be it.

[Private to Iris | Audio]

[Since she's suitably matriarch-like and doesn't seem to be lacking in experience, he has a question for her.] May I ask you something? Depending on your number of courtiers in the past I thought you may have some reasonable advice.

OOC: You can respond or assume that he has his room door open to spam again.

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[Ben, normally attentive and quick to pick up on mood changes, isn't looking anyway; he's distracted and agitated, but he keeps telling himself she's gone, she can't be hurt anymore, it's okay.

Someone, somewhere, found out somehow anyway, it won't matter forever. It'll only matter that no one knows.]

Her designation was X5-766. We called her Eva. One of the others in the unit was showing the seizure flaw. They came to take her, and Eva wouldn't let them. She took one of their guns and defied them.

[He pauses again, eyes unfocused, breath slightly harsh; the familiar fear is trying to take hold of him because he remembers that night, remembers he should have done something, any of them should have done something, but then they all would have died.]

It didn't matter. They shot her down and then came for the rest of us. And that's... That's when we ran.

[He looks sad on her behalf.

Nietzscheans were particular about their genes, always, But after the fall many of the Prides started killing offspring that showed signs of infertility- one of the reasons he became repulsed by them. It had been too much for Beka, facing off with one that managed to survive.

He doesn't know the girl personally, but he hates the stakes.] That's why you were afraid of the seizure flaw. But now people know about transgenics. So they can learn about her.

[He focuses on that.] It sounded as though they need to know.

[He nods, a rare physical response to a question instead of a non-fidget and a verbal reply.] Seizures that cannot be controlled mean that you disappear. Eva... didn't want any of us to disappear anymore, after Jack. She was always brave.

[He's still looking down at his hands, twisting his fingertips idly into the seam of his pants beside his knee, smoothing it back down. He misses Jack. He misses Eva, and Max, and Zack, and all of them.]

I couldn't tell anyone, before. It keeps them safe. It kept us all as safe as we could be. Now...

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