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It's a theory in my world. You've got a big fish, a medium fish, and a little fish. The big fish survives by eating the medium fish while the medium fish eats the little fish. I'm the big fish, witches are the medium fish, regular humans are the little fish.
So with all that in mind, it'd be really stupid for me to protect regular humans, wouldn't it?
So with all that in mind, it'd be really stupid for me to protect regular humans, wouldn't it?
That depends. Do you want to be a fish, or a person?
[ A person. But it's not like she can be one now, can she. And it's certainly not like she's gonna tell Sypha that, not right off the bat. ]
Doesn't matter what I want, does it. D'you think people who were born blind want to be that way? What matters is what I do.
Doesn't matter what I want, does it. D'you think people who were born blind want to be that way? What matters is what I do.
In your analogy, if the big fish has eaten all the medium fish, are the little fish safe, or does the big fish eat them too?
Are the witches a threat to you, or only to the 'regular' humans?
... So.
We should... all probably talk about that.
We should... all probably talk about that.
Oh, I was going to suggest we should all never speak about this again.
That's why you have me, to make smarter choices than that.
That's...fair.
Can you use your smarter senses to find Adrian? He's not in his room.
Can you use your smarter senses to find Adrian? He's not in his room.
Hey, temp. I read that old guy with the terrible taste in clothing's post and saw that there was something about a button that depowered people as well as notes?
[ Pagan. She's talking about Pagan. ]
If that's the case, can you get off your ass and ask the Admiral to give me my magic back? And also write some stuff in people's notes for me!
[ Pagan. She's talking about Pagan. ]
If that's the case, can you get off your ass and ask the Admiral to give me my magic back? And also write some stuff in people's notes for me!
Hey. M'up.
We should probably talk about Simon.
We should probably talk about Simon.
...Yeah.
So.
Reminds me of you. Like, a lot.
So.
Reminds me of you. Like, a lot.
Smart, or bossy?
[Sypha doesn't want to have this conversation on this machine, and so she's coming to him.]
[Sypha doesn't want to have this conversation on this machine, and so she's coming to him.]
Both?
[Trevor, at this time of day, is in their shared bed in Sypha's cabin]
[Trevor, at this time of day, is in their shared bed in Sypha's cabin]
[It's still early, but Sypha's been up for a while, working on getting the library reorganized. She left her surplice there, so she's just in her skirt and black shirt when she returns, and sits on her side of the bed to unwrap the sausage and pancakes she's brought back with her.]
Are you hungry yet?
Are you hungry yet?
[Trevor sets his communicator down and sits up with a grunt. He sleeps naked, but he has the blanket over his legs and his cloak around his shoulders. The days are getting warmer, anyway]
I can eat. Thanks.
I can eat. Thanks.
[She pushes the opened paper packet with the food his way, and draws one knee up to rest her chin on it.]
Your hair or mine?
Your hair or mine?
[He grins, fond, and takes the food to chew on a pancake, thoughtful]
Your hair, my eyes.
Your hair, my eyes.
[She makes no attempt to hide the happy little sigh. She'd imagined the reverse, but it scarcely matters.]
What did you talk to him about?
What did you talk to him about?
[He smiles into his food, bowing his head as he eats]
Whatever he wanted. How he ended up here, what he was doing before, how he can make ice, lunch.
Sorry you didn't get to see him yet.
Whatever he wanted. How he ended up here, what he was doing before, how he can make ice, lunch.
Sorry you didn't get to see him yet.
He does magic. [She knows he will, she could feel it, but hearing it fills her up with a warmth.]
What was he doing?
What was he doing?
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