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002; i'm pulling my questions from my shelf

Who: Souji Seta and ... you???
Broadcast: Network; open
Action: Marsiva; kitchen; open
When: The evening of the 12th.

[Souji turns on the camera, gives it an absent glance, then sets it off to the side before returning his attention to the simmering pot on the stove in front of him.]

Seta here ... I have a question. I'm wondering, is it possible - assuming we eventually return to our assigned ships - to transfer to a different one?

[He taps the stirring spoon on the edge of the pot, then replaces the lid and turns the heat down to just below simmer.]

Also, there's a new pot of stew in the kitchen. Please come by if you're hungry.

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[ Instead of replying, Nyssa just. Shows up, at the kitchen, utterly silent, peering into the stew. ]

It smells fine. I'll have some.

[Oh ... that's impressive. Souji doesn't startle much outwardly, just blinks a few times, then smiles and starts dishing up a bowl of stew to hand to her.]

It should taste OK too, I think.

[ She retrieves a bowl and a spoon, and sits cross-legged at the table, tasting it, then eating heartily. ]

Aren't you going to..?

[ A cook should eat his own food. ]

I usually eat later, after everyone else.

[He shrugs.]

I don't think we've met. My name is Souji Seta.

[ She half-shrugs in a suit yourself gesture. ]

Nyssa. Daughter of Ra's al Ghul. Hajimemashite.

[That brings a small smile of surprise to his face; he hasn't encountered many who are familiar with Japanese customs since he began Traveling. With a bow:]

Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.

[ She offers only a small nod in turn. An al Ghul is in higher standing than most. ]

How long have you been aboard, Seta-san?

Not very long. A couple of months, I think.

[He shrugs. After time spent in the various Liminal Spaces, where time didn't necessarily move in a linear fashion, keeping track of time doesn't seem as important as it used to be. There's no balance of school and social activities to manage here, no jobs for him to perform other than cooking.]

What about you?

A little over two weeks. They've been instructive.

[ A very polite way of saying half of this crap she's not sure she understands, but can roll with. ]

[He nods, smiling. Two weeks isn't very long, all things considered.]

It takes some getting used to. Is there anything I can do to help?

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[ People are so weird, always offering help. ]

Perhaps. Do you fight?

[He nods.]

I can, if I have to. But I don't start fights - not with people, at least.

[ She frowns, not following. ]

Not with people?

I fought Shadows, mostly.

[Past tense. Not a thing he does anymore.]

What kind of beings are these Shadows?

[Souji frowns slightly as he ponders the question; it's not a subject he's given much thought in the past. It was sort of a given - these are Shadows, they have to be defeated.]

I guess you could call them monsters. They weren't friendly, and they could easily kill you, if they were strong enough.

I am a monster, but I'm not a Shadow. There is some flaw in your description.

You don't look like a monster.

[ She shrugs. ]

What does? I am daughter of the Demon, and one myself.

You look too pretty to be a monster.

[And he hesitates with his follow-up thought - but at least a few people have already seen it, in the strange dream episodes, or whatever they are. There's no real point in keeping it secret anymore.]

I was a demon, once. You don't really look like one, either.

All pretty things are dangerous.

[ Sara was. Is, in Nyssa's heart. ]

What kind of demon were you?

Mm, I guess I hadn't thought of it that way before. But you're right.

[His memory trips backward, to blue eyes set in a scarred face, framed by blond hair. You're beautiful. Sharp teeth, and a wicked smile. I am what I am. Souji shakes himself from the thought.]

I was a fallen angel. He fought on the losing side of the war in Heaven. Wings, tail, horns. [He crooks a finger of each hand and places them atop his head, miming the horns.] He enjoyed hurting people.

Pain is necessary. Cruelty has a purpose, but becomes ineffective when used indiscriminately.

You are not one anymore. What changed?

[Pain is necessary. It sounds, Souji thinks, like the sort of thing Mason would say, and the part of his brain that remembers living as a demon for thousands of years whispers an acknowledgement of the truth in her statement.]

The Jaunt ended. It was only temporary - a few weeks, I think. There was something we were supposed to do in Melasurei - that was the name of the city. I don't think we did it, though.

[The city was on the brink of war, at the end, and Liminal Space afterwards felt angry, punishing them with unflattering words inked on their skin. GUILTY sat underneath Souji's collar, a proclamation for all to see.]

[ Pain is necessary. Just like sadness and love and joy are all necessary. Just like life and death are inevitable. ]

You were taken somewhere and forced to be something not of your choosing?

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