[ she looks at her own scarred hands and shakes her head to get her mind off it. ]
Well, I stopped being a sailor after a while. I work under Vergilius now. We go from one District to another by bus, and that's all I can say before I start breaching NDA territory.
Every company has its secrets, I'm afraid. Most megacorporations would even go to war just to get as much dirt on the other competition as possible. But we're getting sidetracked here.
He does step in if it's getting too much. I was even chewed out by him a couple of times already. But most of the time he'd just leave me and the others to fend for ourselves. Some boss he is...
You want me to die that badly? I'd rather have Vergilius lop my head off than go back to corporate. Then again, that's easy for you to say as a guy who's practically been handed the position to.
It was a joke. And I'll have you know I worked hard for my position. If it was that easy to just waltz in and take over, someone else would have beat me to it long ago.
Getting sent to the Fortress of Meropide tends to disrupt most people's plans for the future. Even for those who finish serving their sentences and are allowed to return to society, they often find it difficult to assimilate back in.
That sounds lonesome. And not at all different for most sailors who've been on the sea for more than five years, honestly. The waters can be pretty isolating if you don't know how to go about it.
That's good. Most people would've gone stir-crazy by now, even with company. At least now you can have some fresh air and sunshine that you'd still desperately need.
[ jk. but also not jk? he needs some vitamin D injected in his veins so bad... ]
[ and that's one of the few times she'll ever compliment him about his appearance, if you can ever call it that. ]
I'm just saying that you need to get out more. And before you argue with me, I don't think it's enough until you start getting more color in your skin again.
[ it is enough. wriothesley's company is more than enough for her. she doesn't have big wants and all, so she settles for something simpler.
but at the same time, is it wrong to ask for even more of that? like maybe walking around hand in hand one day. though he's probably not the type to do that in public, and while she wouldn't immediately jump to that either... it'd be nice to indulge in it every once in a while, without any outside influence forcing them to do so.
but she can't. not now. she has a score to settle first. ]
All right, then. I'll come and get you once I'm free, so until then... Please wait for me.
[ One word, with no deeper meaning to it if that's the way she chooses to read it. But at the same time, it's a word that sums up his feelings on a lot of different things—his willingness to wait until her next free day for a idle walk, his willingness to wait until she's ready to talk about the waking nightmare she managed to drag herself out from, his willingness to wait until she comes to terms with her own feelings regarding herself and him.
Whenever she's ready for any of those things, he'll be there. ]
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But what's this about a bus? I thought you worked on a ship.
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[ she looks at her own scarred hands and shakes her head to get her mind off it. ]
Well, I stopped being a sailor after a while. I work under Vergilius now. We go from one District to another by bus, and that's all I can say before I start breaching NDA territory.
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Did Vergilius never step in whenever things got heated on the bus?
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He does step in if it's getting too much. I was even chewed out by him a couple of times already. But most of the time he'd just leave me and the others to fend for ourselves. Some boss he is...
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[ hm. ]
Did you like your job? Did you not have other plans like I did?
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Getting sent to the Fortress of Meropide tends to disrupt most people's plans for the future. Even for those who finish serving their sentences and are allowed to return to society, they often find it difficult to assimilate back in.
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That sounds lonesome. And not at all different for most sailors who've been on the sea for more than five years, honestly. The waters can be pretty isolating if you don't know how to go about it.
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[ jk ]
It wasn't all bad. I had a few friends down there who were willing to keep me company whenever I needed it.
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[ jk. but also not jk? he needs some vitamin D injected in his veins so bad... ]
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What, you don't think my snow-white complexion suits me?
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You already look perfectly fine to me.
[ and that's one of the few times she'll ever compliment him about his appearance, if you can ever call it that. ]
I'm just saying that you need to get out more. And before you argue with me, I don't think it's enough until you start getting more color in your skin again.
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[ she's indecisive as hell, but one day she'll pick out a place just for the two of them. ]
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[ sometimes the company is enough.......... ]
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but at the same time, is it wrong to ask for even more of that? like maybe walking around hand in hand one day. though he's probably not the type to do that in public, and while she wouldn't immediately jump to that either... it'd be nice to indulge in it every once in a while, without any outside influence forcing them to do so.
but she can't. not now. she has a score to settle first. ]
All right, then. I'll come and get you once I'm free, so until then... Please wait for me.
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[ One word, with no deeper meaning to it if that's the way she chooses to read it. But at the same time, it's a word that sums up his feelings on a lot of different things—his willingness to wait until her next free day for a idle walk, his willingness to wait until she's ready to talk about the waking nightmare she managed to drag herself out from, his willingness to wait until she comes to terms with her own feelings regarding herself and him.
Whenever she's ready for any of those things, he'll be there. ]