littlebattles | IC contact for lastvoyages

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[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on June's door.]

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Then I'll think about it every time I pass you in the halls no matter what we say to each other now.

How much do you remember about what happened?

[Does she remember the way June had practically pushed William at her in her efforts to escape?]

Everything. If my head was turned that way, I saw it.

[Well, shit.]

It's all a blur to me. I barely knew what I was doing.

Well, you see a shit situation, you just book it, right? It's the smart thing to do.

[June hesitates briefly - because yes, that is exactly the point that she was getting at, and she's frankly a little suspicious that Tess is agreeing with her so readily. Aren't she and William friends?]

Let's just say that not everyone is going to see it that way.

If you kept quiet about the details, I'd appreciate it.

Quiet as a mouse.

[She's not exactly thrilled at the idea of too many eyes on her, either, but if she needs leverage later, she'll still have it.]

You talked to William yet?

[In a calm, friendly-sounding tone:]

That's not your business.

Guess I'll get his perspective then.

[Wowwwwww she hates this.]

People don't always agree on what the smart thing to do is, Tess. Especially when they think they've been given the short end of the stick. I'd keep that in mind if I were you.

You think I need a reminder of that after twenty years of living with Infection?

Then maybe you can remind him.

He's more naive than I would have expected a cold-blooded killer to be.

[Tess feels a flare of frustration, white-hot, but it fades before she decides to speak on William's shit. That's his problem.]

Look. I am sorry you got put in a shitty situation there. But don't pretend it's his fault that you made a choice.

It doesn't make it my fault either, Tess. I could blame you, or I could blame the Admiral--

Bullshit! You had a say in what you did right until the minute I bit you and you turned.

I chose the smart option; the only real option. I had a choice the way someone who sticks their hand in boiling water has a choice about whether they pull it out or leave it in.

You chose to pull your hand out by sticking someone else's hand in!

And you've never done exactly what I did? You've never done worse? You're an inmate.

So are you, bitch. Do you hear me making excuses or pretending I haven't done what I've done?

Yeah. I am.

[The words feel bitter in her mouth, and she sucks her teeth. Tess is right. She won't admit it - not to her, not right now, not at a time when giving in feels like weakness - but she remembers what it had felt like to genuinely not have a choice in her actions. The difference had been astronomical.]

Look - I don't like you. You don't like me. But we clearly both know what it means to have to make tough choices to save ourselves. I'd appreciate you reminding William about what that's like. That's all.

Maybe it'll help with your graduation.

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