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[truth_is_cold]

[Warden Filter | Audio]

[Rhade sounds tight all through this post, and there's clicking in the background as he fusses around with his Go stones. He's been mulling this over since the incident, and he supposes that he has to put this into effect now. If no one is agreeable, he'll have to contact the Admiral.]

If an engineer on board would be willing, I would like a customized lock for Ben's door. The lock should be both capable of timed settings and remote release. After his release from Zero I'm going to have him observe a curfew and a regular check in.

The incident was triggered by Mr. Barnes leaving. If you want further information, contact me privately. It is my understanding that the inmates that were attacked don't have proper representation. If no one intends to temporarily represent them, I'll address them directly. Thank you to everyone that assisted me.

[He's going to be wound up for a little while, understandably. He's probably going to make Ben put other wardens that he might trust on his access list.]

Comments

[Spam]

[truth_is_cold]

No. You're going to check in with your cabin number every fifteen minutes when you're not actually in it. You will have two minutes of variance, but if you're are more or less late I'm coming to find you. You are obeying curfew. You are going to eat. And you are going to stop making people try to kill you because someone will bring you back every single time, even if it's not me.

And you will not stop trying and you will not hurt people the moment something changes, because things will always change.

[Because he knows what those men have been through. He knows what it's like to be left helpless.

And he in good conscience can't hold them accountable if they lash out at him.]

[Spam]

[warisart]

[Ben accepts retaliation; he expects it, will deal with it as best he can as it comes to him. It's the good and the bad of not having any rights, of not expecting any, but that's not what he's thinking about right now.

He forces himself to turn back around, to smooth the angles of his body into a pitch perfect attention stance, eyes unfocused; he only has one response to the list, despite the way some of the items make him feel desperate and uneasy; there's anger in him still, but it's buried down deep over the course of the past few minutes, and he fears only having the one thing he can say thrown back in his face with contempt again.]

Yessir.

[Spam]

[truth_is_cold]

Beyond that, I'm not having any tracers or trackers placed on you. I'm expecting you to behave yourself because I know you're capable of it. And if you don't, you have to learn to deal with the repercussions of your actions. I don't like to see you hurt, I don't want to hurt you, but I can't let you just throw away other people's lives because you decided yours means nothing and can do nothing.

[He smears his hands down his face.] I'm leaving now. Eat your food. [And he goes, because he's not expecting much more than "yessir" out of him.]