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( 03 ) video ✵ i got six friends and they all know your name

So, look, I get everybody's all jazzed about that list or whatever, and people wanna do the mourning thing. All good, have at it.

What I'm wondering though, is what we got working to find out who helped the dead dude get that way. Still pretty new around here so I don't know what you got rigged up already, but where I'm from something like this happens we mount up before there's a dead guy number two.

[ so that was... kind of a job application. if you tilt your head and squint. and to seal the deal. ]

Wouldn't mind helping out.

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Seen a whole lot of proof they exist. Big g god's the no-show.

And have you seen proof they are truly gods?

It matter?

Yes.

Seen proof they can do what they say they can. They call themselves Powers, and they got plenty of that. Works for me.

So they've powers. What of it? Power does not give one moral imperative, nor the right to decide what is right and what is wrong.

Dude, you got a listening problem. And this is me saying that.

I do not. You say you escaped from prison because it was your responsibility, because this was some onus placed upon you by these powers whom you identify as gods. Yet if power is what they have, and that is all that distinguishes them, then why do they have the right to choose what people do? What gives them the authority to dictate who can escape from prison and who must serve time - who saves the world and who stays at home?

Like I said, listening problem. [ but the longer faith goes without exploding, the less likely she is to end up there. she sounds annoyed, but less intense than earlier. ] You really don't get where I'm from, but whatever.

I didn't bust out because the Powers said so, dumbass. [ not actually an insult by her intent, but she really doesn't do diplomatic. ] I told Wes to let somebody else save the world. I had a decent deal in prison, you know? Four walls, roof over my head, guaranteed meals. I even racked up good behavior.

[ there's a pause here, filled with rustling sounds as faith rummages around for her (sadly, last) pack of cigarettes. ] Really should've listened when that dude said to quit smoking like we were gonna find a 7-11 to restock at.

[ and now the snick of a lighter, because she's apparently going to explain this a little-- two people who can't let things go end up circling around to finally just talking about what's really at stake, if one of those people is faith; good to know-- and like hell is she doing it without a smoke. ]

Anyway. Like I said, I owed somebody a life. He's the reason I busted out, not some destiny thing. World's got plenty of heroes, they can spare somebody like me on the sidelines.

Edited 2012-09-05 17:58 (UTC)

[Edgeworth frowns. The insults frankly hardly even register. They're clearly uttered by rote, as a face-saving tactic; he takes them with about as much gravity as he takes his sister calling him a fool.]

...I'll set aside the talk of your gods, because ultimately it is not so germane to the conversation at hand. Instead, I must inquire: it's the second time you say you "owed him a life." What does that even mean?

Friend of mine, back home. [ she stops here, shrugging helplessly where edgeworth can't see. faith, despite the sacred destiny thing, sees herself as fairly workmanlike. she'll live, she'll fight, she'll die and that'll be all. people like angel are more than that, mean more than that.

not that his champion status is why faith feels like she does, but it does present a problem in translation. ] He saved my life. I owed him.

[ okay, even she knows edgeworth won't just accept that. ]

Somebody did something to him, took all his control away. [ beat. ] He's kinda like me-- stronger, I mean. He was gonna kill a lot of people before they found a way to drag him back into the real world, and they needed somebody to bring him in. I said yes.

[ because angel's an actual hero, not like her. he'd hate himself, after-- or worst case, he'd never get to be himself again at all. faith would sure as hell toss all her hard work into the trash to save angel either of those things.

that she won't be verbalizing in so many words. ]

And this was what you escaped for. This was "saving the world."

Yeah, that and the open vampire buffet they had going down. No sunlight to keep 'em in anymore, and apocalypse time's always hard on the civilians anyway.

...Apocalypse.

...end of the world?

The issue was not the definition of the word. Are you speaking literally? That the world was going to come to an end?

Uh, yeah. Big ass demon blocked out the sun, like I said.

Well, that's - Er -

[He clears his throat, because - good Lord. Blocking out...]

Well - pursuing the details of the matter will...get us nowhere productive, naturally...In any case. So. After that matter was concluded, you were intending to return yourself to prison.

Original plan, yeah.

[ didn't quite go that way. ]

..."Original" plan. Is the reason it was the "original" plan and not the "current" plan that you ended up here, or was there something else involved?

Found out this bitch who tried to knife me in prison was part of some kind of... I don't know, plan to ice any chick who could be a Slayer. Wasn't gonna let some demon kill a bunch of kids.

[ and angel said she could do more good with willow, and if angel said 'don't go back'... ]

...That is quite a series of "reasons" for not going back, Faith.

Take it or leave it, don't really care.

I am not your parole board; I'm not standing in judgment over you, and you're not making your case to me. I'm commenting because that is my perception. Does all of that not seem to you to be simply excuses? Were you truly ever going back?

[ there's a long enough gap between her replies it almost feels like a hang up call. then she locks the feed (or: attempts to) and inhales deeply. ]

You want me to lie and say I was chomping at the bit to go back, not gonna do it. Takes a special kind of crazy to get into no freedom and crap food, and I'm not real good with being locked up anyway.

They don't make jails for Slayers, you know? I was there three years, and I could've walked right out whenever I felt like it. Didn't, but I could've.

[ she takes a long drag off her cigarette and then taps her fingernails against her belt buckle, the sound loud in her suddenly very, very quiet room. ]

I turned myself in because that was how I needed to pay for all the shit I did back then. Me and the free life needed a little break. [ until she knew what the hell to do with freedom again. ] I can handle it, now and like it or not, not like they're just growing Slayers on trees.

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