"I don't know yet. I haven't read your file. It might be that or another thing- like just how weird and stressful this place is. But what I do know is me trying to try to force you into something won't work, and trying to trick you into something would be so, so sad."
Like, ending pathetically for him, that kind of sad.
"Because I don't want a stranger rummaging through my personal life?"
They fold their arms.
"This is a favor to you too, you know. We can have a relationship built on
trust or built on that little gift from the Admiral, but you don't get
both."
"Okay. I'm okay to shelve it for now. I think that would change for me if you started murdering people and I felt like I was failing at keeping other people safe and allowing myself to be tricked by you- so tell you what, please don't murder anyone in anything other than self-defense and I won't ask for a second file copy from the admiral?"
"Then I guess this belongs to you. Enclosure- we can be done in here."
Says Miles, to the forest at large. It stills down, drones stopping whirring, door appearing a little way ahead of him. He unshoulders his backpack, to get the paperwork out for them.
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Like, ending pathetically for him, that kind of sad.
"So why not just give you a cooler room?"
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"...Hm."
The sincerity. It burns.
"Never mind my room. If you really want to do me a favor, darling, lose my file."
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He's willing to think about it, but this is the kind of thing where he's going to at least ask, first.
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"Because I don't want a stranger rummaging through my personal life?"
They fold their arms.
"This is a favor to you too, you know. We can have a relationship built on trust or built on that little gift from the Admiral, but you don't get both."
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Says Miles, thinking this through, at a trudge.
"Okay. I'm okay to shelve it for now. I think that would change for me if you started murdering people and I felt like I was failing at keeping other people safe and allowing myself to be tricked by you- so tell you what, please don't murder anyone in anything other than self-defense and I won't ask for a second file copy from the admiral?"
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"With my hand on my heart," look, there it is, "I haven't knowingly murdered anyone'. And I don't plan to."
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Says Miles, to the forest at large. It stills down, drones stopping whirring, door appearing a little way ahead of him. He unshoulders his backpack, to get the paperwork out for them.
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"Oh, is that how it works?" Trouble drawls, looking ahead to the door. "I was almost looking forward to seeing the end of this."
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"This is yours."
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They accept the document with a sharp-toothed smile.
"Thank you, darling. In this spirit of generosity, is there anything I can do for you?"
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Says Miles, hopefully.
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"That's fair," Trouble says magnanimously. "Lunch, I can manage."
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Says Miles, choosing to interpret this as a success, if a modest one.
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"Likewise."
A pause.
"Did you mean a lunch, or...?"