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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

This morning.

[There's a hang to the words - something unspoken.]

[plundering]

And?

[devoutish]

[And.]

He'd offered to cooperate. Said he would allow himself to be locked in a room and kept under watch, as long as he wasn't tied up and left completely defenseless. Watson refused.

Watson also planned to report him to the Admin--

[His voice, already tight, gets even more so now. He clearly isn't one of the people who finds it easy to believe that the Admin has their best interests at heart.]

-- despite admitting to me that he had no idea what the Admin would do.

I cannot be around him, knowing that he does these things and still calls himself a good man, an everyday man. A better man.

[plundering]

[Fiona is silent for a long moment, and then she sighs.]

Shit.

[Well, that's another thing she's going to have to talk to Watson about.]

I didn't know.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

I'm not gonna hurt him.

[He figures she's probably worried about that.]

[plundering]

Thanks.

[Weirdly, she figured he wouldn't.]

I don't know what he was thinking.

[devoutish]

[He appreciates that she seems to understand why he's upset, honestly.]

Not trying to put you in the middle of anything either, yeah?

[That's also important for her to know. But he's upset - and he'd kept it out of his voice with Watson, but he's not trying so hard to with her.]

[plundering]

[She can tell he's upset, and she actually appreciates that he's not hiding it.]

I know. Don't worry about me. Duster's okay?

[devoutish]

He's fine.

[For a certain value of "fine". He's alive. Alfie doubts he'd appreciate him giving Fiona more information than that.]

We're gonna go pick him up, at the hospital.

[plundering]

I might run into you again, then. I'm not going to make you get near John, don't worry.

[devoutish]

Well, then it can't be a run-in, yeah? You're traveling with him. I'll need to be some sort of planned meeting.

[plundering]

Sure. Let's plan. Probably after you pick up Duster, right?

[devoutish]

Where are you now?

is intentionally vague about this rip

[plundering]

We spent last night in the house north of the vet's office. Heading west, now. You?

IT'S FINE

[devoutish]

Us too. Going as fast as possible.

[plundering]

You'll probably make it over there before us. I'm still not sure where John's planning on meeting Peggy.

[devoutish]

Well, keep in touch, eh?

After may be better.

[Tifa's not doing spectacularly great, and he doesn't want to leave her alone - he likes her enough that he's a bit protective of her now.]

[plundering]

I'm not in any rush. Go take care of Duster.

[devoutish]

We are in a very big rush, I'm afraid. Yeah.

Then, back to Kesara's tunnel. It's less vital now, they don't need help with digging, but I've been meaning to visit for a long time.

[plundering]

Who knows, maybe you'll get us all out of here.

[devoutish]

Me? Oh, no - she'll insist on the credit, absolutely.

[His voice is sliding back into lighthearted now - and while it's definitely covering up anger and worry, it's still genuine, not carefully constructed and completely fake.]

[plundering]

Right, right. Can't steal a little girl's limelight, huh? Not even a bandit would do that.

[devoutish]

She's ruthless. If anybody tried, she's wrench it back.

[plundering]

Sounds like you approve.

[devoutish]

She's gonna be an explorer, not a gangster. But I've got something of a soft spot for her.