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[madaboutit]

Sweeney's not concerned.

"What's the worst they can do?" he counters dryly. "Kill me?" He shrugs. "E'en if I stay dead, which I won't, they still can't get ta it." His eyes roll beneath their lids.

"Fuckin' joke's on them."

[ukan]

"Have you died here yet?" He sounds merely curious.

Death here isn't a big deal, the death toll is problematic when supplies are low but it isn't meant to be the problem it is at home. Lark's biggest issue with people being flippant about it is that it creates indifference to life or death situations, and that carries over off the Barge. It took him years to view death as serious again after he graduated.

[madaboutit]

"Nah." Sweeney's one of those that doesn't see it as that much of an issue. Not flippant, but accepting it may be part of being here. And it it's for something like this, it'll be plenty worth it.

"Don't mean I'm afraid to." The words hold the weight of his solemnity; his death would be a sacrifice, and that's never something to be taken lightly.

[ukan]

He picks his words carefully. "I don't know what exactly the Admiral is running from. But I've seen other Barges, and it's never gone well for us. I do not want some other Admiral, some other Barge, to catch up to us while we can't get united. This is a bad time to die. A week spent out death tolling is a week where everyone else's fear can shout down the few people who aren't afraid."

So be careful, is the unspoken tail end of that.