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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
When: Until the end of the month!

[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!

note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]

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[unconfines]

I think you give yourself too little credit, Commander. You managed to wrangle the lot of us, didn't you? You could have done anything if you put your mind to it, with that kind of track record.

[He says it like a joke, but it isn't one, not really. He does genuinely believe that. It isn't easy for anyone with authority to win respect from him, but she's done it, and to him that speaks volumes.]

[howcanihelp]

I think you give me too much. But thank you.

[ He gets a smile, and then she sighs softly. ]

We should go inside. I managed to scrape together enough to rent a small room for the night, so we can talk privately.

[unconfines]

Time already for the serious bits?

[He's reluctant, if just because he's reluctant to hear anything related to what the seems to have all the others on edge. But he won't refuse. He's here, after all.]

Yes, all right. Point the way.

[howcanihelp]

If we get to them quickly, then we can move on and hopefully do something more fun.

[ She takes him upstairs in a little motel-like place that isn't quite dirty enough to be considered "seedy" and lets them into the room before sitting on the edge of the bed, then getting up again to pace a little. Might as well get right to it, right? ]

...Well now that we're here I feel silly because I haven't actually got many hard facts, but... [ deep breath ] From what I've gathered, the reason everyone seems to be... upset with you because something went wrong with Justice.

I know you were planning on... helping him. Which I don't necessarily disagree with in principle, but you know I was uncomfortable with the idea in practice. I just-- I need to know if you have, already. Helped him.

[ Because "helping him" sounds way less awful than "let him technically possess you" ]

[unconfines]

Help him? [Echoed, slightly confused. He hasn't quite caught up yet.] Justice? With what, his skin condition?

[Actually, though. As soon as it comes out of his mouth, Fenris's voice rings in his ears. Abomination. Not yet, he'd said, but one day.

Justice is a spirit, not a demon. Possession alone doesn't make someone an abomination, it's just that most spirits hardly care enough about mortal people to bother. Abominations are mages who've been twisted by demons, corrupted by them. Spirits don't do that. Justice wouldn't.

But rationalizing it doesn't make him feel any less ill.]

You mean— [It hits him like a well-placed force blast. He stares at her, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right words.] No. I haven't— no.

[That's really the only word he can think of.]