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[fire_punk]

[Kevin runs a hand through his hair. This is big. Really big. And, sure, he agreed to do this but he doesn't really know what the hell he's doing.]

So we need to talk.

[He doesn't really know Sarge yet. And with not having his file, he has no idea how to help the inmate.]

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[tothecore]

If I knew what you need to know for me to graduate, don't you think I'd be gone by now?

[A beat; he frowns, jaw tightening. An inhale. An exhale. Don't blame the kid, it's not his fault.]

Level four common room. Ten minutes.

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[fire_punk]

So we figure it out together. Or work on it.

[He hangs up and heads down to level four. He picks a seat and fidgets with a random piece of decor while he waits for Sarge to show up.]

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[tothecore]

[He doesn't bother responding; no point, no need, he'll see him soon enough.

He stalks into the space purposefully, glancing around briefly before locating the warden, steps closer, close enough to hold a conversation at least, then stops but doesn't sit. Not yet. He looks him over, gaze intent and probing, weighing him mentally. Taking his measure. Trying to determine what kind of a person he is.]

There's nothing to figure out. I did what was necessary, I'm here now. There's no more to it.

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[fire_punk]

[Kevin nods. That's pretty much what he would have said when he first arrived.]

Well, there's still what you need to graduate.

So what was it? That was necessary? [It's an honest question and a challenge at the same time. For someone who's fairly bad at lying, he's pretty good at picking up when someone's not being honest with him.]

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[tothecore]

[There's no need to lie; Sarge believes what he says, wholeheartedly, truly believes it was the only course of action available to them. The darkness nags even if it doesn't hold much sway over him here, picks away at the part that might have thought otherwise and leaves only deadly certainty in its wake. His expression is neutral, unreadable, practically emotionless.]

My men and I were deployed to a research facility to contain a threat. Scrub the place if it was too widespread and posed a risk of getting to the main population. So I made the call. Told my men to scrub it clean. No survivors.

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[fire_punk]

Research facility? [From what he understands, there's more than one kind. What was so dangerous they had to do that?] What... Why everyone there?

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[tothecore]

There was a threat. Something got loose. Started killing the scientists. Infecting them.

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[fire_punk]

[He nods in understanding. He's seen enough, even though he refuses to kill.]

You did it to protect everyone else. That might not be why you're an inmate. [He knows he wasn't an inmate just because Yvette had made him kill people for her.]

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[tothecore]

[Yeah it's a little more involved than that but he's got no reason to get into it. He did what needed to be done. Made the calls that had to be made to make sure everyone on Earth lived. The details of what exactly "had to be done", what those calls entailed? Not important.]

Couple guys from my squad disagreed, but that's why it was my squad.

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[fire_punk]

[Don't count on that for too long, Sarge. He'll know you're hidig something from him.]

What did they think you should have done?

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[tothecore]

Let the civilians go. Even though they could have been infected for all we knew.

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[fire_punk]

[He thinks for a bit. The whole thing sounds horrible.]

Would there have been some way to test them? Or what's it called when you lock people in different rooms 'til you know if they're sick or not?

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[tothecore]

Not my division. Orders were to scrub, make sure it didn't get off-planet.

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[fire_punk]

[Orders. And he doesn't seem to think beyond that. Kevin fidgets slightly.]

Do you always just do whatever you're told?