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[ukan]

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[crab_rangoon]

He turns the television on mute and joins him, shrugging. "Would you believe me if I said I haven't been paying attention?" he asks. "I - well, it's so cyclical. He kills, she kills, we kill, and then we're back at the beginning. I'd rather watch my dramas." He gestures to the television.

[ukan]

"Good." A long sigh. "Nothing is ever going to change the violence that goes on around here, but you not being involved is...good. I'm glad. I think it's even a good sign of progress." Even if it's only coming from a place of exhaustion.

[crab_rangoon]

"Progress?" he asks with a laugh. "Sure, Lark. I'm making tons of progress here."

He doesn't sound convinced.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm just standing still here."

[ukan]

"That makes it sound like you have some idea of where you want to be headed," he says, quietly, wanting to let Pagan think. "I don't mean just 'off the ship'. Who do you see yourself becoming that makes this version of yourself feel stagnant?"

[crab_rangoon]

"Oh don't go so deeply!" Pagan tells him automatically, shutting down from that conversation.

[ukan]

"No, no, we're coming back to that," Lark insists. "When I can get my head out of a coma fog. So until then: pick a movie to watch."

[crab_rangoon]

"Fine," he huffs, finding a comedy he doesn't have to think too deeply about.