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Who: Uchiha Sasuke
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: This very moment.

(broadcast)

[ Sure there are bound to be the occasional less-than-thrilling broadcasts but this one may be a new low, with the camera focused in on a nondescript blob that turns out -- with some acquired distance -- to be a knee. The feed shakes then and there's the loud metallic tap tap of the device being knocked against the framework of one of the generic cots aboard the Marsiva. Tap. Tap. Tap. The only other sound is that of the painfully bland music in the background, without a word being spoken.

At least this inept user finally turns the communicator around to inspect it at another angle, granting any viewer a flash of dark and impractically spiked hair before the camera then focuses on equally shadowed eyes and a severe expression.

No, he's not going to panic. He probably already did that internally before he even tried to figure out the communicator ~~less than successfully~~. Send aid. ]

(action)

[ Sasuke will be easy to encounter either sitting on that cot and fiddling with his communicator, exploring the bay thoroughly, or staring with incredible and difficult-to-read intensity out into the murky void of space. Godspeed. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Hardly. I'm just saying that you don't have to be civil with me on her behalf if you don't want to be. It doesn't affect me.

I wouldn't be doing it for you.

No, but her motivation by necessity involves me.

I'm not going to fight you, though, so if she's still reading this then she should at least know that.

Her motivation involves what would upset her or not upset her. That's important to me.

Sounds like a pain. [ Having to be polite to Uchiha Sasuke. Yeah. He's self-aware enough to get it. ]

I suppose it can't be helped.

Not in this case.

Are you likely to upset her?

Not intentionally, but I don't often hold back my opinions.

I would never have guessed.

[ JUST CONTINUING ]

She wants us to be closer than we are, I'm sure. That may hurt her.

She's stronger than you think she is.

Probably. [ He's not about to deny that he likely underestimates her. ]

But I assumed you wanted all possibilities.

Fine. Then give me the rest.

There isn't much more to say. You think she'll be immune to my words; all that's left is my physical actions.

"All".

You think I'll attack her?

She told me you were her friend. You say you're not. You seem indifferent to what happens to her. I haven't dismissed it as a possibility.

Do you have any other reason to assume I'm a violent or untrustworthy person?

[ He's not even defensive. He just wants to see what he knows. ]

I know you come from a violent time. Not that I need a reason.

I see. If you can't trust my word then it's meaningless, but I'll say anyway that I'm not going to harm her.

I can't trust most people's word. That doesn't make it meaningless, if your word matters to you.

[ Well. He has zero honor but he's not about to type that. ]

I don't like lying. If I wanted to go after her then I wouldn't hide it.

[Oh, that's marginally interesting.]

Why don't you like lying?

[ It is a long and extremely unpleasant story. ]

Because I also don't like being lied to. Things are simpler this way.

[Most interesting stories are long and pretty unpleasant, in Caesar's experience.]

Is a lie by omission still a lie, in your opinion?

Perhaps. Willful deception is what I take greater issue with.

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