You were feeling terrible because of an actual curse, and you were as cruel as you knew how to be. You could've blown it off, but you apologized anyway. I think that's really brave and cool of you.
[ Roman's had to apologize to people before. Especially on the barge. But there's always an edge to it, a gruffness from the other person, or some sort of schpiel. Raylan and Jedao, though? ]
Huh.
I am brave and cool. You're right. [ His ego loves it, that's for sure. ]
Oh, well, yeah, sounds like a tuesday. [ Roman shoots Jedao a look: not quite incredulous, not quite disgusted, but one he's developed solely for his friend that's a hearty mix of 'you're weird' and 'excuse me?'
Best to keep sliding down the chair as Jedao works on his arts and crafts. ]
Yeah... Uhh, no. No murder. Nothing direct, at least.
As the only warden on this corpsefucking ship who can control myself while under a rage curse, apparently, I had a duty to take down the heavy-hitters who were off the rails.
[It's a little terse, but bitter rather than defensive. He puts down the knife for a moment, and sighs.]
[ In a weird way, the tense tone is almost comforting. Roman shows no sign of it affecting him, though he does glance over at Jedao and looks at him proper. ]
Weirder fuckery. Or maybe more normal, I don't know, it wasn't like - actual psych surgery. He was just a manipulative prick and I loved him, but. He had to go.
Anyway. It's okay if you're a little fucked up about it.
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[ Jedao's got the right approach. Eventually, Roman just sort of sinks into a nearby chair. ]
So uh, about the shit I said.... It wasn't very cool.
[ A wince. ]
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[ Roman, wincing, decides now's the time to throw his head dramatically back. ]
I'm trying to say I'm sorry. I guess. For trying to dig.
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If that's what you're trying to say, then you should say it.
[Just because he's proud of you doesn't mean he's letting you off the hook just half-assing this.]
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Please don't make me say it officially.
[ Jedao's going to, isn't he? ]
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You've told me what you're trying to do. How hard you actually try to accomplish it is up to you.
[You bet your ass he is.]
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I'm sorry.
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Okay. I accept your apology.
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Really?
[ That's it? ]
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You were feeling terrible because of an actual curse, and you were as cruel as you knew how to be. You could've blown it off, but you apologized anyway. I think that's really brave and cool of you.
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[ Roman's had to apologize to people before. Especially on the barge. But there's always an edge to it, a gruffness from the other person, or some sort of schpiel. Raylan and Jedao, though? ]
Huh.
I am brave and cool. You're right. [ His ego loves it, that's for sure. ]
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[Jedao agrees sagely.]
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[ A short bark of a laugh. ]
Thanks.
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[It could be a joke about the specialest boy, but it isn't; it's quietly musing, something he's thought for a while.]
You stayed safe, I hope?
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...kinda Fratricided Kendall, too. [ And, very casually: ] You?
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[Not quite casually. Coolly, evenly. Jedao has no regrets about taking care of them.]
Had you killed somebody before?
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Best to keep sliding down the chair as Jedao works on his arts and crafts. ]
Yeah... Uhh, no. No murder. Nothing direct, at least.
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[It's a little terse, but bitter rather than defensive. He puts down the knife for a moment, and sighs.]
I'm sorry.
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What are you sorry for?
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[Matter-of-factly, rather than gently.]
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Uh... Thanks, I think. I guess you speak from experience.
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Anyway. It's okay if you're a little fucked up about it.
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Are you aware you're probably the most fucked up guy on the barge?
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