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[handelaar]

[The second level of the Gardens is in the background and Netherlands? Might as well be the personification of so done with this shit instead, right now, and when he speaks his voice is tight, not tired.]

There's another goddamned dinosaur here.

[His lips thin, and the next part of the rant is way off-script but like he cares. So done.]

The Gardens aren't the ship's fucking playground. They grow food. Make oxygen. Filter the water. Air, and shit. It does not have to house all of your goddamned pets, or be your living room, or test area, or vacation, or - whatever the hell you think it is. It's a pain in the ass to take care of. Without half of you treating it like it's your right to take advantage of and then leave for the department to clean up. The department isn't big. There's four levels and kilometers of produce to take care of. We'd be too fucking overworked even if you assholes didn't tear up the place whenever you fucking felt like it.

[HUFF. He scowls and crosses his arms, and yeah, he's going to keep right on with the telling the entire ship how he really feels, in vividly pissy detail.]

Stop treating the gardens like they're yours. Because you all suck at owning shit. [Well - a flicker, unsure.] Most of you, I mean.

[Yep and then he's back to business.]

If it doesn't stop, I'm finding a way to lock out anyone who isn't in the department.

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[therangerking]

[ I'd love him back, Nederlands say, and Aragorn lids his eyes, blinking away the tears. How much would Boromir give to hear that from Gondor? If he ever has the chance to meet Gondor as she stands in front of him, tall and bright and as beautiful as the White City? ]

He lived for Gondor. [ Softly. ] He was the Steward's son, but the guarding of his city is no mere duty; 'tis his greatest passion, and she is what he loves the most.

[ He pauses, and strokes his hand gently over Nederlands's back. ]

Yet surely 'tis a heavy burden for you to carry: the lives of those within your land, all those who live and die for your sake.

[ Aragorn knows, after all. It's very similar to the burden of a King. ]

[handelaar]

[He's <>jealous and can't help it. Every Nation wants someone that dedicated, they all have their tales. Those citizens who earned it, those who defined what it meant. So he scowls, even as he leans in, and glares at the floor.

However.

What Aragorn describes has nothing to do with what was and everything to do with what is. In a way, it makes it easier. He jerks his head to the side, steps aside. Tries to ignore what he can even as he addresses Aragorn.]

None of it is mine. The land.

[therangerking]

[ Aragorn blinks. He knows he has stepped into a landmine, judging by the scowl on Nederland's face, but he's not sure what exactly is it. ]

Do you not claim to own yourself, then?

[ If Nederlands is the nation, the land, then it is all his. As much as Aragorn's own body is his own. ]