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[versusnurture]

Who: Abigail Hobbs and u
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: 9/23, eveningish

[All things considered, this is actually a pretty good witness protection program. How are the police going to find her in space? And she didn't even have to die this time. It's probably the best kidnapping she's ever experienced.]

[Admittedly, she did spend some time wondering if this was the same thing again, if, somehow, doing what needed done had sent her back to the Barge, qualified her as an inmate again. But those were very fleeting concerns - first, because she knows what she did was just, and second, because this is nothing like the Barge, which looks disorganized on the surface but pulls together in crisis. The Fleet looks quite organized, with its shiny ships and perfect synchronization, but she has a suspicion that when shit hits the fan, everything falls apart.]

[That remains to be seen. The point is that she's learned from the last two times; she neither presents a face immediately nor gives herself away immediately, choosing instead to spend her time on the Marsiva and her first few days on the Starstruck settling in, going over the comms, gathering what information can be gathered. Only then does she step out into common spaces.]

[She pays particular attention to the cargo hold, where she deliberately and conspicuously practices some of the flashier moves Harvey taught her - although flash does not preclude precision, because she is very good at what she does. She also spends a lot of time in the kitchen, hanging out but also inspecting; she doesn't like the processed nature of the food provided, and she spends some time looking for an ingredients label before giving up.]

[When she eventually sets up a broadcast, it's in the kitchen, as well, futuristic cabinets lined up behind her head as she seems to focus somewhere slightly off-camera. For the record: the giant scar on her neck is totally visible, as is the fact that she only has one ear.]

It's sort of funny to me that when people come to a place like this, they either introduce themselves with a lot of questions or a lot of yelling. If anybody wants to answer my questions, that would be pretty hospitable of you, but I got tired of answering them after a while, so. It's not compulsory.

If anybody would rather perform an exchange, I can do that, too. Quid pro quo. My name is Abigail Hobbs. I come from Earth - Bloomington, Minnesota, originally, which I bet none of you have ever heard of - and I spent a couple of years in a place sort of like this, only not at all. My hobbies are hunting, fishing, cooking, and reading poetry. Once I wanted to be a psychiatrist.

The rest of it, you have to earn.

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[versusnurture]

[Ah.]

You mean people who feel guilt? Shame?

[truthvalue]

[He nods.]

If they've made mistakes.

[Like hurting the people they care about. Causing death through careless action, not being smart enough, quick enough, good enough. The thin smile returns.]

Hypothetically speaking.

[versusnurture]

Right. Hypothetically speaking.

[She glances away from the camera again, purses her lips. What she's looking at, though he can't see, is the cabinet where the food cubes are stored. She doesn't trust them; but that's more paranoia than guilt or shame.]

I used to feel shame all the time. But I don't so much anymore. I paid for my sins - if you believe in sins, that is.

[truthvalue]

[He could almost laugh, except it's not really funny - just bizarre, absurd. He's held all seven sins in his hands, sold and traded and tasted them; he remembers shelves crowded with bottles and jars full of sins collected, each one dark and thrumming in its own unique way. He remembers manipulations, the rush of playing for power, exchanges in darkened alleyways. The bitemark scar on his wrist itches at the memory of teeth breaking his flesh, black blood bubbling up; he drops his head to watch his fingers slip into his jacket sleeve and scratch at the phantom sensation on his wrist.]

I'm familiar with the concept.

[Do you think you can atone for your sins? He drops his hands to his sides again, glances back up to her.]

That's usually the goal, right? Paying for sins. Balancing out the debt.

[I don't know.]

[versusnurture]

That's right. But it works better in theory than in practice.

[And - here she brightens, leans forward a little, actually very interested in his thoughts on the matter. They won't change her opinions, but new input is always valuable.]

For example - if, in order to balance out your debt, you have to hurt someone, is that worth it? Would you do it?

[I would.]

[truthvalue]

[His lips press together in a thin line as he considers the question.]

I think ... it depends on the circumstances. How great is the debt. Who you'd have to hurt, and how. Why. Is it the only option?

[I have.]

[versusnurture]

What if the person you'd have to hurt will hurt other people if you don't hurt them? What if nobody else can stop them but you?

[truthvalue]

I think ...

[It feels like she's suddenly, in the space of just a few words, cracked him open and seen right into the very center of him, into the memories of Inaba and what happened there, what he'd done. It's a ridiculous thought, and Souji tells himself that it's impossible, but it doesn't stop the feeling of his heart beating fast, high up in his throat.

Dojima's words from that last day come rushing back to him, ringing hard in his ears: If there was evil in the world that had to be dealt with, but no one would step up to see justice done ... it might fall to the closest person at hand to bear the burden of punishing them. Don't you think? Souji takes a deep breath and slowly nods.]

I think, sometimes, in a case like that, you'd have to pick the lesser of two evils. If nobody else could stop them but you, it would be your duty to do so.

[Yeah. Maybe so.]

[versusnurture]

[This is what she's good at: seeing people for what they are, picking them apart to their component pieces. It's easier with some than with others; if Souji were older, more paternalistic, she might struggle. But he is a boy, and boys are vulnerable and often far more transparent than they think they are.]

[Besides, all she was doing was telling the truth. It's just that the truth sometimes hurts - her truth especially - and she has a knack, too, for finding people whose truths hurt in similar ways.]

[This is part of why she doesn't want to be a psychiatrist anymore. Too goddamn dangerous.]

Would it still be right to feel guilt or shame over that? [A brief hesitation; then:] I know you can't always help it. People are people, they do people things. But if it's your duty . . .

[I am not ashamed. It shows in her eyes, the set of her mouth, the prideful line of her neck as she displays her scars. She has left shame behind, at least for the most part, in bloody shacks, mounted on antlers, sacrifices to men who thought they were gods.]

[truthvalue]

I don't know if it's a question of right or wrong ... I think it probably depends on the person, and the circumstances.

[I am. It shows in all the slight ways he hesitates, his tendency toward downcast gazes, the invisible walls that surround him even while he performs the motions of the expected social interactions. Guilty; guilty; guilty.]

People feel different things for different reasons.

[versusnurture]

[She sees this, too. And it makes her sad. Fly away, little bird; don't feel guilty over things you had to do.]

There's a power in violence. [This quiet, contemplative - an offering.] You just have to watch yourself to make sure you don't enjoy it too much.

I'd listen to your reasons, if you wanted to tell me. I'm a very good listener.

[truthvalue]

[There is power in violence, and control, too. The demon Kingpin was well-versed in both, and Souji still remembers what it was like to be him, the consuming emptiness that he sought to fill with power of all flavors. He remembers the first tease of a kiss made to draw out words he wanted to hear from the object of his attention. He remembers grinning viciously as bursts of electricity seared through the body of a frightened girl. It's not the same as what happened with Namatame, but - where does violence stop, once it's engaged?

The mask of practiced amiability slides back into place.]

That's a very kind offer. But I don't have anything like that to talk about, [he lies.]

[versusnurture]

You're lying.

[This isn't - accusatory, just factual. She tips her head at the camera a little, and what's in her expression isn't revulsion, exactly, more pity. It's sad to her that he hasn't owned his monstrosity, whatever it is.]

The offer stands, anyway. If you decide you want it. But we can talk about something else now.

[truthvalue]

[It's different than with Adachi, this being called out on the lie; again, Souji can't shake the feeling that maybe she's able to see straight into him, maybe through some magical power. But she isn't hostile about it, and she doesn't push for the truth, and he's grateful for that, being allowed to keep domain over his secrets, so he doesn't pull away like he would otherwise.]

What do you like to cook?

[versusnurture]

Oh.

[And that's a good memory; it calls a smile to her face, and she remembers lunch shifts in the kitchens with Ben at her shoulder.]

All kinds of things. Where I was before here - that's where I learned to cook. We had people from all over, and I mean all over, but we mostly made Earth food. Lots of French, some Italian, some American standards. Not much Japanese, though.

[truthvalue]

[He smiles, too, because she's smiling, and smiling - a true smile, a gesture born from something pleasant, not a social obligation - can be infectious.]

I could probably show you, sometime. If you wanted to learn.

[versusnurture]

Yes!

[It's an outburst more than just an affirmative - yes, yes she does, she wants her learning to continue, she never wants to stop learning. Especially if it's a continuation of what Ben taught her, an extension of his memory, that's beautiful, that's something she wants.]

[But she frowns slightly in the next moment, remembering something else.]

But I don't know if - all the food I've found so far is processed. Space food. If you can, though, I want to.

[truthvalue]

I'm pretty good at improvising.

[It's a survival skill, developed from years of long nights alone and fending for himself.]

The principles should be the same, even if the ingredients aren't perfect.

[versusnurture]

It's just chemistry, isn't it?

[She remembers Ben over the stove, explaining it to her, how these two things together will taste good but these won't, making breakfast for dinner.]

Chemistry and art.

[truthvalue]

That's right.

[He nods.]

Only it's better, because when you're done, you get to eat.

[versusnurture]

[She grins at that, a smile she wouldn't have been able to pull off a couple of years ago.]

That's the best kind of art.

What are you going to teach me to make?

[truthvalue]

Hmm ...

[He takes a moment to think, to remember what was easy for him to learn at first, to consider what lends itself to variability of ingredients.]

We could start with croquettes. You can make them with just about anything.

[He finds himself smiling in response again, drawn in by the grin she gives him.]

[versusnurture]

[Croquettes - she knows what they are, but not how to make them. Another thing she knows: they're very simple, so Hannibal would hate them. This satisfies her, and her grin widens.]

Croquettes are French, not Japanese, aren't they? I didn't realize your skills were so international.

[truthvalue]

Ah, we have them in Japan, too. They're a little different - mostly potatoes and vegetables ... they probably don't have anything like tonkatsu sauce here, so we'd have to try something else.

[He nods, again repeats:] Improvise.

[versusnurture]

I'm good at improvising.

[Crafty. The word is crafty. Like a goddamn fox.]

The person who taught me . . . [Boy isn't right, man isn't right, warden would take too much explaining.] He needed to follow recipes, mostly. He needed order and organization. But it would be great to expand that. Maybe if I ever see him again, I can, I don't know, flambe something for him.