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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.]

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[Spam] Apparently. GDI Ben.

[warisart]

[Ben is still turned mostly away, though his head is tilted so he can at least see the movement from the edge of his vision when his warden moves; he listens to what's being said to him, seeing no use in refuting or agreeing. Rhade's right, as far as Ben can tell: it's a moot point because the only time it can be done is when someone disappears completely.

The last part, however, makes him flinch away again. Max is not a safe topic, if there even is one; he wants at once to say he knows that, that it was the kindest thing anyone ever did for him, that Max wanted to do it, that he didn't seem all that important to her while she was breaking his knee to save her precious human.

But the fact of the matter is that whether or not the demand was horrible, it had been the right choice, or would have been had he actually died. If she'd left him it would have been worse than death; if she'd stayed she would've been captured, too. There had been precious little time and precious few options, of which his had been the best either of them could do.

He isn't a strong enough person to talk about that, about Max and how things went, on top of everything else, so he tries to evade it. Instead, voice low, he asks a question he's afraid to hear the answer to; he's afraid he already knows what it is.]

Will you request reassignment?

[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.]