05-30-2024, 10:51 PM
==Arrest Timeline==
The fact that she backed off of her rage was almost more painful than if she had just kept yelling at him. Oh, the rage was still there, still backing everything she was doing, but he’d seen her often enough to know that she was keeping it in check. It was a minor mercy he didn’t deserve.
"I need you to listen to me very carefully,” she told him. “Stop digging. You cannot protect me, you literally can't. Anything any of you do will always land on my shoulders to some extent and I am okay with that. It's literally my job."
He nodded, having had the same realization over the past hour. He might not have been out of his mind when he sent the confession in, but he definitely hadn’t been thinking straight. He’d been scared, feeling extremely alone, and with a mission that looked like a very elaborate method of suicide ahead.
So he’d made a choice, and it was the exact wrong one.
"I need to know exactly what the confession said,” she continued, pacing outside of his cell like a patient tiger. “Did you mention Pomn? And I need you to keep your damn mouth shut until your representation gets here,” she emphasized with a finger getting not quite close enough to the forcefield to buzz. As she was former security, he was quite sure she knew just how far she could push that line. “Do not be an idiot and talk without them here."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I was an idiot,” he said a little stronger, knowing better than to try and hide it and being on a bit firmer ground now. Facts and actions he could deal with a little better, and maybe it was simply better for her to be pissed off at him rather than cold; that, at least, he knew how to deal with.
“They asked some questions about what was in the confession,” he started, “though nothing that actually dug into it – I presume they wanted to do that after getting my confirmation of what was in there first. But they started asking about the mission, at which point I did stop answering anything on grounds of classification. We only spoke for maybe five, ten minutes? And I was actually expecting my representative when you showed up.
“And yes, I mentioned Pomn,” he added, heaping more coals on the fire that would likely have immolated him if there weren’t a forcefield in the way. “For some damn reason I thought it important for them to know who I got the thing from. And no, I don’t know why that seemed a good idea.”
He sighed and leaned back against the wall, static buzzing through his artificial eye. “Dammit,” he said, slamming his fist against his leg. How could he have been such an idiot?
==Tag!==
The fact that she backed off of her rage was almost more painful than if she had just kept yelling at him. Oh, the rage was still there, still backing everything she was doing, but he’d seen her often enough to know that she was keeping it in check. It was a minor mercy he didn’t deserve.
"I need you to listen to me very carefully,” she told him. “Stop digging. You cannot protect me, you literally can't. Anything any of you do will always land on my shoulders to some extent and I am okay with that. It's literally my job."
He nodded, having had the same realization over the past hour. He might not have been out of his mind when he sent the confession in, but he definitely hadn’t been thinking straight. He’d been scared, feeling extremely alone, and with a mission that looked like a very elaborate method of suicide ahead.
So he’d made a choice, and it was the exact wrong one.
"I need to know exactly what the confession said,” she continued, pacing outside of his cell like a patient tiger. “Did you mention Pomn? And I need you to keep your damn mouth shut until your representation gets here,” she emphasized with a finger getting not quite close enough to the forcefield to buzz. As she was former security, he was quite sure she knew just how far she could push that line. “Do not be an idiot and talk without them here."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I was an idiot,” he said a little stronger, knowing better than to try and hide it and being on a bit firmer ground now. Facts and actions he could deal with a little better, and maybe it was simply better for her to be pissed off at him rather than cold; that, at least, he knew how to deal with.
“They asked some questions about what was in the confession,” he started, “though nothing that actually dug into it – I presume they wanted to do that after getting my confirmation of what was in there first. But they started asking about the mission, at which point I did stop answering anything on grounds of classification. We only spoke for maybe five, ten minutes? And I was actually expecting my representative when you showed up.
“And yes, I mentioned Pomn,” he added, heaping more coals on the fire that would likely have immolated him if there weren’t a forcefield in the way. “For some damn reason I thought it important for them to know who I got the thing from. And no, I don’t know why that seemed a good idea.”
He sighed and leaned back against the wall, static buzzing through his artificial eye. “Dammit,” he said, slamming his fist against his leg. How could he have been such an idiot?
==Tag!==