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Don't think you're more than this, or above all this [W6, Monday Afternoon]
[He manages to catch her after the fiasco that is the corpse pile and he jogs up to her with Mrs. O'Leary in his wake, easily falling into step with her and dropping his voice to a lower tone.]
Hey, can I talk to you for a minute? I think most of the town's busy dealing with our corpse pile.
Hey, can I talk to you for a minute? I think most of the town's busy dealing with our corpse pile.
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[A pause, and it's quieter when she speaks.]
I'm not losing you or Jason. I fucking refuse.
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We'll work together as long as we can. I promise you that. [But...there's a sad look before he turns, gesturing for her to follow him out.] You're not going to lose Jason. And like I said, I'm not trying to die.
[Still will though.]
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[She follows him out obediently, though.]
Is there something else up, though?
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I'm just a little tired of dealing with corpses, I guess. [Well.] I might go lay down for a while? I don't know. I feel like that's like giving up. Now that we know who our target is we can't slow down.
[Another pause.] You ever feel like you've broken apart so much there's no point in holding pieces together all the time?
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[He might be looking straight ahead, but he can probably tell from her tone that she's glaring at him.]
...Yeah, I know. But resting isn't giving up, seriously. [A sigh.] Probably not as much as you. But that's what we're all here for, if you let us.
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...Mr. Barnham got on my case about needing to let people help sometimes. And I'm used to working with a team and I know that. [He chews his lip thoughtfully.] I think I need to talk to Hal about some stuff. Maybe that'll help.
[It's not even remotely close to an explanation, but he's also fairly sure he'll break everything if he tells her any of what he's thinking.]
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[She tilts her head. Even for him, he's acting strange.]
...If something's up, you know you can tell me, right?
[she says, after just telling him to shut up]
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It's pretty shitty, isn't it? Telling everyone that we have to trust each other and getting people to trust each other when I have my own doubts? How's that fair? Fuck. [He laughs, not at all amused.]Fuck!
[Just. Fuck. He shakes his head then, quelling his anger slightly.] I hate this. I hate doubting people. I can't doubt or everything's going to fall apart. [And yet.] Do you trust everyone else? Damian, Milla, Noctis, Shinnosuke and Jason. Do you trust them?
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...Tell me what happened. Something must have happened.
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Of course it did. Something always happens in this fucking place. But answer the question. Do you trust the rest of them?
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If I answer, are you going to tell me what the hell is up?
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Yeah. Sure. [Of course he trusts Natalie. That doesn't mean he isn't terrified now that he's backed himself into a corner.]
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[A sigh.]
So yeah, I do. We make a pretty good group, I guess.
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...did you know that now that we know Dr. Lecter's the Deputy, we know all of the roles and players in this game? We're a good team that way, figuring stuff out like that. [Yeah. A real fucking good team. Sure.] It'll be easier now that we don't have to do guesswork.
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Percy, you realize we don't know the—
[Oh.]
...Holy shit.
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Yeah. [His voice is small, but firm.] …you can punch me if you want. [He'd say she could kill him, but he's not sure how well that'd go over.]
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[She pauses, uncertain how to move forward.]
...When Sara was talking about why she accepted the Bandit thing, she said the Sheriff was threatening her with a bunch of awful shit. Did he do that to you?
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...Hal said if I didn't accept the job and if I said anything, Annabeth and I would be disqualified and never get back home. [A bitter sort of chuckle follows.] A lot of good that did, huh? Pretty sure he doesn't even care now since he's giving me information to help you guys.
[A pause.] That's how I'm getting my information, by the way. My merit. The Coal Miner job.
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[She doesn't sound accusatory; just recalibrating what she knows about him.]
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I didn't kill Ocelot. That was Nisha. Nisha killed Diego, too. That's the real reason his horse was in my room. "Parting gift" or whatever. Wish she kept her mouth shut that there was a second miner, but I guess Hal would have said it anyway.
[...] They asked to die, Natalie. [This is the hard part.] When Hal dropped them into the mines with me, they didn't mind dying. They figured being straight-forward was almost a relief, both of them. They were happy to die, so I made it quick and as painless as I could.
[And it's been destroying him anyway.] Still counts, according to Hal.
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...They would have died if it were anyone else but you, too, and they might not have decided to make it as fast as you did.
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That's what I worry about. [A lull.] I think everyone on Hal's list is gone though. I'm going to ask. If his list is clear, my job is done for now.
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That job is done, but your overall job isn't, Percy.
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[He knows she's right, but he lowers his gaze again.] I know it's not. And I'll figure something out, I'm just...tired. That night off was kind of nice. [It's a joke. It's a shitty, shitty joke about how he took time for himself right after Annabeth's trial.]
Sorry, anyway. [Brushing that aside.] So now you know, and now you know why I'm going to talk to Hal and see what other information I can get from him before Thursday. Do you think we should tell the others about Dr. Lecter yet or wait to see what else we can find out?
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