Our crazy powerful, possibly a demon or a djinn kidnapper graduated you, and you didn't get the hell outta Dodge, and your don't think that's a big deal?
Trevor, to this moment, I still can't figure out why I'm here. You were the first common thread to show up.
We're very similar people. You and I share a lot of the same viewpoints on things. We're so alike we have the same freaking career, and relationship structure with people we're dating.
Now you've graduated, and I'm still an inmate. I'm just trying to fit the pieces together.
I'm a slow moving fucking glacier, Anita. You look at me, you look away for a hundred years, and you look back and you can see I've moved a half inch. Change is so fucking gradual that I barely noticed it myself.
I still don't think I belong here any more than you do. I still curse the Necromancer's evil fucking name every chance I get. Me graduated doesn't look much different from me imprisoned except now I can carry more weapons openly.
You're looking for reason or logic and I'm saying that the guy in charge never knew what the fuck he was doing to begin with, so asking him for consistency is asking the impossible.
My whole point is that you're still the same person, but for some reason you're given the gold star, and free range. There had to be some kind of catalyst.
[She rubs her forehead. Why is he fighting her so hard and this?]
...Look, we're alike in certain ways, granted. But if I tell you what I did, you'll throw a fit, and I'll feel bad about it, and it won't get you any closer to graduating.
...Just remember, I warned you; it's useless information.
I showed up on the Brigantine as a warden. Or their equivalent, or whatever.
And that meant I could go home. They offered me a choice; stick around and warden, which, fuck that, or rest in peace.
And I woke up with Lark's stupid fucking inmate file in my hand, and it wouldn't have been right to leave him to suffer. So I stuck around.
Then the stupid bastard starts talking to me about mutiny and blowing up the ship and demoting myself on purpose and how that's the 'only way' to save him. And I don't give a shit about graduation for me but Lark does, so I say, fine, fuck it.
Apparently the Necromancer thinks I did that for him and graduated me when I came back here.
[She listens. Really listens. And Trevor is fucking wrong. She's not mad, there's nothing to be mad about. It just didn't fucking make any damn sense.]
What's to get pissed about? You wouldn't have left Lark like that anyway.
Like I said: different people. Different graduation plans. Once upon a time I might have, purely because he was a fucking werewolf, and I wanted to die instead of help him.
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You graduated?! Were you planning on telling me ever?
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I didn't think it was that big a deal.
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Our crazy powerful, possibly a demon or a djinn kidnapper graduated you, and you didn't get the hell outta Dodge, and your don't think that's a big deal?
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How did it happen?
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We're very similar people. You and I share a lot of the same viewpoints on things. We're so alike we have the same freaking career, and relationship structure with people we're dating.
Now you've graduated, and I'm still an inmate. I'm just trying to fit the pieces together.
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I still don't think I belong here any more than you do. I still curse the Necromancer's evil fucking name every chance I get. Me graduated doesn't look much different from me imprisoned except now I can carry more weapons openly.
You're looking for reason or logic and I'm saying that the guy in charge never knew what the fuck he was doing to begin with, so asking him for consistency is asking the impossible.
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[She rubs her forehead. Why is he fighting her so hard and this?]
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You're going to get pissed when I tell you, then. Because it's not something you can just repeat.
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It's information I don't currently have.
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I showed up on the Brigantine as a warden. Or their equivalent, or whatever.
And that meant I could go home. They offered me a choice; stick around and warden, which, fuck that, or rest in peace.
And I woke up with Lark's stupid fucking inmate file in my hand, and it wouldn't have been right to leave him to suffer. So I stuck around.
Then the stupid bastard starts talking to me about mutiny and blowing up the ship and demoting myself on purpose and how that's the 'only way' to save him. And I don't give a shit about graduation for me but Lark does, so I say, fine, fuck it.
Apparently the Necromancer thinks I did that for him and graduated me when I came back here.
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What's to get pissed about? You wouldn't have left Lark like that anyway.
What I am is confused.
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Like I said: different people. Different graduation plans. Once upon a time I might have, purely because he was a fucking werewolf, and I wanted to die instead of help him.
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And you don't want to die, anymore?
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