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[ukan]

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[crab_rangoon]

He still doesn't look at him, still doesn't turn around.

The kettle whistles and he pours the tea, adding the milk.

"Burying?" he mutters. That means feelings. Grief. Guilt. Senses of wrongdoing.

[ukan]

"Who you wanted to be before you had to survive. And who you might have explored being, if you hadn't had to hold onto a country to identify yourself." It sounds so philosophical and that's not what he's going for.

"Imagine you get to go to some paradise. Or, if not that, some city where no one knows your face. What's the first thing you would do?"

[crab_rangoon]

"Hm." He draws it out slightly. He doesn't know where he wants to be or who he wants to be.

Who he is without the King.

"I'm tired, Lark. Tired of working. Tired of building. Tired of fighting."

[ukan]

"You're free to stop building and fighting now," he says, offering the one thing that is true on this ship. Wherever a graduate goes and whatever they do next, that's entirely up to them. "You spent your life doing that. That part of your life can be done, if that's what you want."

[crab_rangoon]

"I have," he tells him, walking over with the cups of tea. "I haven't done shit in months. Breaches don't count. I'm focusing on just getting the fuck out of here."

[ukan]

He takes his and sips, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth of it. "Let's go over your file sometime. Certain things in it might stand out to us now when they didn't before. I've always believed there are clues in it to help wardens and inmates both figure out what to focus on, but most people seem to read it once and then throw them aside."

[crab_rangoon]

He sucks air through his teeth at the mention of his file.

Things he kept buried...

He takes a sip of his tea, staring at the ground, heart skipping a beat. "Alright," he says softly, hesitating. He knows Lark might ask about the change, but he needs a moment to compose his answer.

[ukan]

He is curious. But he can also sense the hesitancy, so he gives Pagan that moment. "You're ready to keep moving," he prompts, very quietly, a hint of question at the end.

[crab_rangoon]

"I - did things that are very, very terrible," he says softly. "Or, well, some people thought they were."

He sighs. "I suppose I shouldn't just continue to ignore what's in that file."