It wouldn't make a difference if you were a Nietzschean or a human or a...a Perseid. I'd still worry about you. You being a Niezschean means that I just have to worry extra observantly, because the clues that you're hurting might be pretty subtle.

[He looks around the thrashed room.]

Not so much this time, though.

If you knew her, you'd know why I was so pissed off. [Though he had to acknowledge that she might have wanted it, when he talked to her about it. For a moment, she might have wanted it.]

Can you tell me? Or is it the sort of deal where it's her secrets to tell.

[He picks up a few more broken pieces from the floor and wonders if any of them can be repaired.]

I'll keep an eye on her, too, while you're gone if you want.

[He can remember that first time finding her dead body. He came to check on her after she didn't show up for a meal shift for a few days. He could smell her through the door. He broke in, found the mess. She'd done it so she would bleed out quick.]

Her warden was one of my friends, too. Amanda. She tried to save her from this.

[Dylan tries to practice reading between the lines, Nietzschean style. He's switched to talking about her warden, and not Lua herself, so he guesses that there's more going on here than he knows, but that it involves something personal and Gaheris' isn't going to betray Lua's confidences.

He's also mentioning someone else who has tried to save Lua. Dylan makes a guess at what Gaheris *isn't* saying.]

It's not your fault. You can't guard her 24/7 and you can't make her stay away from Ladd if she doesn't want to.

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I know. [The tone is a little helpless. What could he have done?]

It was important that I wasn't just another man telling her what to do, that she make her own decisions. She did make them, but that controlling bastard that fucked her over the network getting off on how he wanted to kill her found out that was thinking for herself.

[Rhade's so angry he's slipping into swearing.] He could have had a wife. A mother for his children. Someone to stand beside of him- [And he would have given anything for someone that would stay. That would stay for him.

He puts down his drink and looks at the picture of Braxiatel and Anisette on the desk, though this time he's looking at the man rather than the infant. He has that now. He can't respect anyone that would throw that away. He closes his eyes and puts it back down.] I know I couldn't do anything and I know I can't do anything now. I just need to get away from it.

[Dylan stands again and follows Gaheris' gaze. He doesn't have the whole story, but he has enough to understand why Gaheris is so enraged. Not just murder of a friend, although that's bad enough. Murder, and betrayal of trust between intimates, and a violation of everything Nietzscheans hold most dear.

He claps his hand on Gaheris' shoulder.]

I get it. Go. Go enjoy your family and enjoy having what he's never going to have because he threw it all away. That's a pretty good revenge and one that won't get you into trouble.