anon text | what the hell am i doing here?

[alsohawkeye]

So poll time:

What's creepier?
a) zombies
b) robots
c) clones

Discuss.


[ ooc: all of Kate's responses will be anonymous unless otherwise marked ]

Comments

[alsohawkeye]

For sheer creepiness? Hard to say. It would probably depend which was most murderous.

[humanistic]

Yeah? Which would be... which one of those

[and also this feels really, really direct...]

1/2

[alsohawkeye]

v) none of the above

[alsohawkeye]

Get it? It's v) because YOU'RE A VAMPIRE

1/2

[humanistic]

[Okay but metaphorically he really does throws his comm across the room because what the fuck]

Do you actually know who you're talking to

Who the hell is this

[alsohawkeye]

No, I just pick one person per day at random and call them a vampire and hey look today's my lucky day.

[humanistic]

Because that's not weird or psychotic

+ locked now

[humanistic]

[no wait he's got this]

What the hell is wrong with you


[...KATE]

+ locked now

[alsohawkeye]

Why the hell would I keep your secret?

[humanistic]

Why the hell would you write it out?

[alsohawkeye]

You lose the right to privacy when you start trying to murder people.

[humanistic]

It doesn't matter. It's not yours to tell.

[alsohawkeye]

If you want to make the announcement yourself, go for it. Until then, I'm going to make sure people know the danger they're dealing with. I'm not going to protect you at the expense of the next person to get their throat ripped out.

[humanistic]

I'm not going to kill anyone. I'm handling it. It's being taken care of, and you're safe. Leave it alone.

[alsohawkeye]

Yeah, I'm totally going to just take your word for it. Believing you has worked out so well so far.

[humanistic]

[that is some hard inarguable truth, so this is him not arguing]

What do you want from me? Seriously. What do you want.

[alsohawkeye]

[ Assuming there are no time-travel options available, there isn't a lot she wants from Mitchell, really. Not that she can pinpoint or articulate, which is partly why kicking at him like this is proving mildly enjoyable. ]

I want you back in a cell where you can't hurt anyone else.

[humanistic]

So do I. But I can't be.

It's being taken care of. It's being contained, the best way it can be. All right? I'm not hurting anyone. Jesus, I'm not even chatting on the network, this isn't typical.

[alsohawkeye]

Being taken care of how? By whom?

You weren't hurting anyone the day before you attacked me, either.

[humanistic]

[also true so: also ignoring!]

You know, I don't actually have to tell you that. It doesn't matter to you any more because I'm not going to go anywhere near you. But it is.

[alsohawkeye]

It doesn't matter to me? If you're trying to convince me to leave you alone and not make a public announcement about you you're doing a really shitty job.

1/2

[humanistic]

Don't.

[humanistic]

I'm not going to have anything to do with you. Just do the same for me. All right? Let that be enough for now.

[alsohawkeye]

What part of this is so hard to understand? Leaving me alone doesn't matter because I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about who's next. Protecting other people is my concern here, and that's it. That is my only concern. Them, not you.

I don't trust you. I don't trust your friends who cover for you. I don't trust that you're not just going to start this whole process over again and some other poor stupid asshole is going to get killed because everyone was too busy caring about you and your precious secret instead of caring about the safety of anyone else who maybe if they'd had a heads up about you wouldn't have gotten trapped like that.

So I don't care if you're ashamed and you just want to move on and forget it ever happened. I don't care if it makes your life a little harder. I don't care if it makes your life a little more dangerous or a little more unpleasant. If you're actually afraid for your safety you can go back to the brig any time. Consider it part of the punishment you would be getting for attempted murder if we lived in a place with any even half-assed sort of justice system. But I'm not going to sit here and keep quiet and pretend nothing happened and you're not a fucking criminal.

[humanistic]

[She's justified, in all that she says, and all that she's feeling. She deserves some sort of justice, and he deserves worse than what he'd gotten--on the micro level, here on this ship. Because on a cosmic overarching level, he's got worse waiting for him. A bloodstained record and a future that's all dust and damnation.

And really, he knows what he ought to say, what his response should be. I'm sorry. But the inadequacy of those two words are only magnified by the fact that he'd be texting them.]

And then it would stop being about me. Don't you see what would happen? It wouldn't be about me being a fucking criminal. It would get bigger than that.

I'm not saying that out of fear or shame. I'm saying it because it's the truth. Because I've seen it happen. And it doesn't matter. You could write it on the walls, who I am and what I did to you. It wouldn't matter. It wouldn't change what I am, and it wouldn't change what happened, what I did.