Xie Lian opens the door with his usual smile. "Hello. Please, come in."
Puqi Shrine is simple, but in far better repair than when he'd moved into the crumbling shack. The walls are repaired, everything is swept clean. There's a screen next to a water barrel and a rolled up straw mat, along with carefully folded blankets.
There's a long altar table, on which he's set out the tea and two chairs for them to sit on. There's also a painting hanging on the wall above the altar, a man in a golden mask and extravagant clothing, a sword in one hand and a flower in the other. Even on the barge, when Xie Lian sits quietly, it can feel like it's sitting in the flow of energy of a small village.
"Thank you!" Xie Lian takes the plate with clear, genuine appreciation. It's food, and he never objects to that as a gift.
He sets it down on the table. Pouring the tea with unthinking grace. "I don't have to go through an adjustment. I wasn't myself, and when I was again, the ship was here. How are you?"
"Both." His smile is tired. "So when I was able to break out of it and think about more than just my next meal, I swore I'd do whatever it took to keep going."
"The problem is that I was adjusted for two years, but one bad month and I've regressed." He pauses, looks at the orange with a little grin before he devours it.
"Advocate for the inmates. Especially those who don't have active advocates." It's such a crisp goal, and he can't understand how he keeps fucking it up. "And to get other wardens to do the same, regardless of if they're paired."
"It is a tangle. I certainly could never say that there isn't justified violence, but violence as justice is a subject that I think should be considered carefully. What do you want to do in response to the most recent... manifestation?"
"Well that's the problem. Nothing deters him. If he was another wolf I'd break his leg and keep him close to keep him from doing anything stupid. As a human I'm trying to reason with him, and nothing gets through."
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Puqi Shrine is simple, but in far better repair than when he'd moved into the crumbling shack. The walls are repaired, everything is swept clean. There's a screen next to a water barrel and a rolled up straw mat, along with carefully folded blankets.
There's a long altar table, on which he's set out the tea and two chairs for them to sit on. There's also a painting hanging on the wall above the altar, a man in a golden mask and extravagant clothing, a sword in one hand and a flower in the other. Even on the barge, when Xie Lian sits quietly, it can feel like it's sitting in the flow of energy of a small village.
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He sets it down on the table. Pouring the tea with unthinking grace. "I don't have to go through an adjustment. I wasn't myself, and when I was again, the ship was here. How are you?"
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"It's nice to be able to work on something other than straight survival."
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To keep thinking.
"Anyway, what's on your mind?"
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He breaks a piece off one of the cookies.
"Hmm? Oh, I've been doing my best to keep track some of the current, public conversations. I thought you might need a break."
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"It's been a rough year. I wasn't exaggerating about my wiring being different and ... I've been falling back on some unhelpful instincts."
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"You don't have to complain, but it is an adjustment. What do you think has been unhelpful?"
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"I'm usually self aware enough to catch myself."
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He takes another sip of tea. "Do you think you've caught yourself?"
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"I want to figure out what to do with Trevor."
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He nods. "What do you think you should do?"
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"It's complicated. He has a strong sense of justice, but has only ever known to enforce it with violence."
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"Well that's the problem. Nothing deters him. If he was another wolf I'd break his leg and keep him close to keep him from doing anything stupid. As a human I'm trying to reason with him, and nothing gets through."
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