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Curious how even so far in the future, certain things appear not to be so different after all.

[Even aliens seemed to be acting much as humans had in the past, turning up to take what they felt they deserved despite how it effected others.]

And you grew up in the middle of that?

Yeah. I mean, it's just how things are. When they shot the Frontier down a piece of it nearly fell on my home city.

[He shakes his head with a tiny smirk.]

They think they're better than us, but they're not. Like you said, some things don't change.

[Then the young man leans back in his seat and sighs out slowly. This is not easy, but the kid actually isn't terrible to talk to.]

Look, you wanna try this over again? Get a coffee or something?

I would like that. I should let you know I can't eat or drink anything, but I would like the chance to start over with you.

I'm starting to think perhaps being a warden is a lot different than being a detective.

[He gets up from where he is, tucking a book into his hand as he does and picking the comm device up. It's fine, he can walk and talk.]

Dining hall then. Drinks aren't amazing, but they're hot.

[Then he lets out a soft chuff of air.]

And yeah. You can't work people like you might work a case. Better you learned that early. Some people never fuckin' do.

Cases make more sense. [It's a mutter but loud enough to be heard. Hanna was certainly correct about his attitude and seeing being a warden as solving problems for people, but Edwin feels that isn't his fault.

His route to the dining hall is faster than Cain's - the other man may see Edwin walk towards a large mirror, the connection flickering for a moment and then he's in the dining hall.]

[It is definitely a faster route (and you can bet he's gonna ask about the being dead thing, since it's become infinitely more interesting), and Cain hangs up the line not long after. Still, the Barge isn't enormous, and it doesn't take too long for the man himself to walk into the dining hall with a far less... immediately antagonistic air than he had had about him when approached on the deck.

Amazing what a genuine apology and admission of fault can do for someone's attitude.

He gets a cup of tea before he joins Edwin, sliding into a chair across from him and levelling dark eyes his way.]

So, here we are again.

[And he is, while still guarded, visibly not as hostile.]

Hopefully on slightly better terms. [The fact that Cain - Alexei - had suggested this at all was proof of that at least. Edwin didn't doubt that he wouldn't have gotten a second chance otherwise.]

You said that it's not like cases and I have come to realise that I've... [He struggles a little, clearly not entirely used to admitting this much] ...been going about this the wrong way. But I've never been good at people, even before I spent 70 years in Hell. I'm not certain where to start.

Slightly.

[He makes a small pinching motion with one hand. The tiniest bit. But the fact he's here at all and that he was the one who offered makes it obviously on better terms than before.

Everything he's definitely got questions about - the being dead thing, the Hell thing, the fact he appeared to use a mirror to teleport - are things he keeps to himself for now so he doesn't seem to eager to get familiar.]

Said I don't want a warden and I meant that. Don't think there's a damn thing any of them can do for me and enough have me doubting how they even got the job to make it seem like a joke. [But then he shrugs.] Dealing with you as a person, though? I can do that. And treating other people like they're a mystery you can take apart and solve is gonna be the first way to piss a lot of them right off.

[He pauses to sip his tea.]

And most of 'em won't give a shit if you've been through literal Hell. Especially those of us who ain't here by choice.

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