I'd rather not think of the other alternatives, if this is one of the methods with the highest success rate. The other ship had given up on it entirely hadn't they?
[He hadn't been conscious for almost all of it.
There were regrets. Maybe he could have interfered. Prevented more destruction. For a moment, Angeal is quiet, thoughtful.]
What are you getting out of being here, Shaw? I was offered a chance to make things right. What were you offered?
The Admiral's offer to wardens is a lot more... open-ended.
[Shaw says, reaching down to trail her fingers in the water that's just starting to show traces of glinting dawnlight.]
He told me I could have anything I wanted. And he came just a couple days after a good friend of mine had died.
[And even though he hadn't specifically said I can bring Root back for you, the implications, as far as Shaw is concerned, had been clear. He'd picked the time, the place, and the person for a reason, and despite her confusion and suspicion, she'd jumped at the chance.]
But then he brought her here as an inmate and negated any deal I could have made for her, so who the hell knows what he was thinking.
[That's interesting. He hadn't really asked anyone what they were getting out of this, but Zack hadn't given him the impression that the Admiral was sneaky and backhanded about it.]
As far as I can tell, we're just put back where we were before, but alive again if we graduate. I guess that means you could just.. leave if you wanted, and not put up with any of it.
I'm told, though it usually feels like bullshit to me, that sometimes it's okay to prioritize what's good for you. Something about not setting yourself on fire for others, I never really paid attention.
[He certainly had paid attention, but that's not what this is about.]
If no time passes, then she'll be there when you get back, right?
Yeah, sure, but there's a balance there, right? And anyway, home isn't so great either right now. I'm fine with the extra prep time. I've even gotten a few people to sign on to come help us fight.
[She lifts her hand out of the water, examining the glowing drips as the light continues to slowly spread.]
I like the extra time with her, too. Especially since there's no guarantee she'll graduate and get out of here - people disappear sometimes.
[It's pretty, in a distracting way, as were the occasional golden fish that turn up to investigate the boat's shadow. This wasn't the water they were after, but surely they'd get there, in the radiance and warmth.
And then, the five gallon buckets. That this won't work at all will just have to be discovered the hard way.]
First time anyone's mentioned people disappearing. Just.. kicked right off?
[Shaw pauses, her hand freezing above the water - and at just that moment, the light hits her at full strength, and reveals a truth to Angeal: that she hates having inadvertently been the one to break this particular bit of news to him, not because she doesn't want to bother having to explain, but because it's a potential emotional minefield, and she considers herself wholly inadequate to handle that. Beyond inadequate, even - she feels completely incapable.
But she answers all the same.]
Yeah, just-- poof. If they're wardens, they're probably okay, living it up back home. If they're inmates, they're probably not.
[When Angeal straightens up from his rowing, the oars briefly lifted from the water so they can coast while he studies Shaw directly, there's something in that measuring gaze that suggests it's not what she's just said that's caught his attention.
He doesn't speak immediately. There's certainly dark implication in inmates disappearing to who knew what fate, but...]
I am sorry if this is a rude question; Are you in possession of meta-human abilities?
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[He hadn't been conscious for almost all of it.
There were regrets. Maybe he could have interfered. Prevented more destruction. For a moment, Angeal is quiet, thoughtful.]
What are you getting out of being here, Shaw? I was offered a chance to make things right. What were you offered?
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[Shaw says, reaching down to trail her fingers in the water that's just starting to show traces of glinting dawnlight.]
He told me I could have anything I wanted. And he came just a couple days after a good friend of mine had died.
[And even though he hadn't specifically said I can bring Root back for you, the implications, as far as Shaw is concerned, had been clear. He'd picked the time, the place, and the person for a reason, and despite her confusion and suspicion, she'd jumped at the chance.]
But then he brought her here as an inmate and negated any deal I could have made for her, so who the hell knows what he was thinking.
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[That's interesting. He hadn't really asked anyone what they were getting out of this, but Zack hadn't given him the impression that the Admiral was sneaky and backhanded about it.]
As far as I can tell, we're just put back where we were before, but alive again if we graduate. I guess that means you could just.. leave if you wanted, and not put up with any of it.
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[He certainly had paid attention, but that's not what this is about.]
If no time passes, then she'll be there when you get back, right?
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[She lifts her hand out of the water, examining the glowing drips as the light continues to slowly spread.]
I like the extra time with her, too. Especially since there's no guarantee she'll graduate and get out of here - people disappear sometimes.
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And then, the five gallon buckets. That this won't work at all will just have to be discovered the hard way.]
First time anyone's mentioned people disappearing. Just.. kicked right off?
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But she answers all the same.]
Yeah, just-- poof. If they're wardens, they're probably okay, living it up back home. If they're inmates, they're probably not.
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He doesn't speak immediately. There's certainly dark implication in inmates disappearing to who knew what fate, but...]
I am sorry if this is a rude question; Are you in possession of meta-human abilities?
[That's a sudden topic shift.]
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[ She looks down at the water, and it clicks; realizing why he must be asking, she adds-- ]
Oh. If you're getting some kinda brainwave transmission from me, it's the water. Some lame-ass magic this place has.