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.
[ To Roman's credit, he catches it. Sort of. He blocks it from his head but his motor skills are just lacking, causing it to fall listlessly to the floor. ]
Yeah, you could be a giant piece of shit. [ But he's not. Roman's more appreciative of that than he wants to say. ]
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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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[Is exactly what a super well adjusted guy would say!!!]
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I know my life is weird as fuck, okay. I am aware that I'm unhinged. It could be a lot worse, that's all I'm saying.
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Yeah, you could be a giant piece of shit. [ But he's not. Roman's more appreciative of that than he wants to say. ]
How many more you gotta make?
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[What he meant. Whatever.]
Just a couple.
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[ And Roman settles in, perfectly content to hang out as Jedao finishes.
...When the hell did the desire to hang out with Jedao happen? ]