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[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]
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"Shaw." He scoots closer, still out of arms reach, and nurses his coffee in both hands. "You didn't do anything. You know that, right? You didn't kill anyone."
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"Not if I didn't know that's what they were," she says - and even though her voice only shakes a little, only does a tiny crack at the very end, it's still the most blatantly vulnerable he'll ever have heard her sound.
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But he looks down at his coffee, and he's... quiet for a minute. In a way Eiffel rarely is, except when something is weighing on him.
"..I had to make that call once, you know," he comments quietly. "It's not quite the same, sure, but... yeah. The good old Two Guards puzzle, except both of them were telling the truth."
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"What happened?"
Spoilers for ep 42 heyoooo
"We were two weeks out before the contact event," he starts. "So there's four of us in our home-grown Mystery Shuttle launched around the opposite side of the Wolf to check the weather before we don't get another chance. Me, captain Lovelace, Maxwell and Jacobi. And within like an hour of losing contact with Hephaestus actual - which was expected, we knew the solar flares were gonna screw that up for us - we get a situation."
He doesn't want to take a drink now, but his throat feels suddenly dry.
"We got Jacobi back inside the rowboat right before the first wave of solar flares start hitting us, before it gets real choppy, but after we locked the doors and got ready to settle down, well." He frees a hand from his coffee and knocks on the floor, three deliberate raps of his knuckles.
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"... One of the others got stuck outside while you were dealing with Jacobi?"
Sorry, Eiffel; her fluency in sci-fi tropes is very low.
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"God, I need to get more sci-fi in you," he comments dryly, but hey - it does get his mood to lighten a little. "But... not quite. There were four of us on the boarding list, and four of us inside the boat - and someone freaking knocking on the door, of the shuttle. In space. Orbiting a star. On the other side of the freaking galaxy from any other human life."
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Sorry about her, Eiffel.
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He leans back so he can take a swig of his coffee. "Maxwell gave the Boom Brothers their Turing Test, asking them to prove crap about her that no-one else could possibly know - and they both nailed it, three for three. So we were gonna err on the side of human decency, let him in to see what the deal was..."
He makes a face, bitter and rueful. "But Minkowski's already made sure we couldn't. She disabled the motion sensor on the door - a fun little party trick she learned from me. So, uh." He's less proud of this one, but it's still the full story. "So when the solar storm hit, and the outsider got put through the pressure cooker, he was... still on comms. So. I left the comms on. So the real McCobi and our illustrious captain could hear what they'd done to someone."
He looks down, resting his coffee in his lap. "Whatever else the thing out there was... he was scared."
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Not a question.
"Do you hold it against them, or do you understand why they did it?"
Though, she supposes, those two things might not be totally incompatible.
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He looks back at Shaw. "Besides, I... I get why she did it, kind of. I don't like it, and I don't have to. But I couldn't do it. I guess that's why I'm not the captain."
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Even if it's right - and she thinks that it probably was - she figures it's the type of thing that should be hard.
"I hope I get to meet her someday, your commander."
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He looks down at his coffee again. "You're not, like... it doesn't make you a bad person, for killing the copies of people you care about. You didn't ask to get put in that situation."
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She shrugs, uncomfortably.
"But I'm fine; I'm not angsting about it."
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Okay, you know what; being confused about that doesn't matter.
"Uh, usually nothing overtly awful. They talked about how they didn't trust me anymore a lot. They only straight-up betrayed me a few times; I think Samaritan figured out pretty quick that that was a little too heavy-handed for me. That was in the early days; later, the simulations were centered around the idea that I'd already been turned. I'd glitch out, find a gun in my hand. Glitch out again, and Reese would be walking ahead with his back to me, the perfect target. I'd pull the trigger. On instinct, or because I was brainwashed, or-- I don't know. A lot of the details are fuzzy now."
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"Oh. So... just 'cos you don't remember killing people, that doesn't actually mean you... didn't kill them. In your brain."
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