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The impression I'm getting is that most of the Inmates here are right arses. And I'm not the only warden who's got a chip on his shoulder, either.

[Yes he'll admit it, it's not like it's a secret.]

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I mean- it's not like I haven't seen people change. BJ cut my head off because he was rollerblading with a scythe? [ he takes a long sip. ] I hate that that sentence doesn't even sound insane anymore. But he's a better warden than I am these days.

[ martin struggles for a moment, then- ]

Turning someone else into a weapon, though? That's actually just evil.

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I'm not really sure we have room to talk between "full-scale building assault by a sentient flesh hive" and "chased through hell by a personification of madness and fear".

[His tone there is dry, at least. He'll come back to BJ later, because that's a hell of a loaded name.]

Suppose it depends on how much you think of them as an actual person.

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I specifically meant change for the better and you know it.

[ how much are they people? jon's still a person, but he had fought to retain his personhood. martin's still not sure if that meant something, or if he just tells himself that to make him feel better. ]

I still can't believe we were only in those tunnels for- what, a few hours?

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[He takes another sip, but there's a wry smile there.]

I can't believe you were ready to fight Michael because it implied it was gonna kill Jon.

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[ and martin actually looks a little embarrassed by that. ]

God, could you imagine? He would have bloody ended me. At least getting stuck in the Lonely was comfortable.

[statementfuckingends]

Sounds like it would've been more fun than the wax museum. 'S'probably for the best you got to sit out of that one, even if you hadn't had other plans.

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[ his expression darkens slightly then, and he delays his own speech by pulling a long drink from his bottle. ]

The bloody stupid wax museum. I lost both of you. Just kept thinking - maybe I could've made a difference if I'd been there. Stupid, I know, but- I'm still sorry it happened that way.

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[He gives Martin a long, sympathetic look.]

You know there's not anything to really be sorry for, right? [He drums his fingers quietly against his bottle.] I don't... remember much about what happened in there, I can't imagine Jon's much better, even for him, but... one thing I do remember is making an active choice to pull the trigger. [He huffs quietly, turning his gaze away] It's about one of the only things I remember from all that. Realising I was hitting Jon and knowing- properly knowing that I had the detonator. Sticking the stupid thing in Grimaldi's face because he knew I'd do it.

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[ martin doesn't quite meet tim's sympathetic look. instead he's up on his feet, heading back behind the bar to look for something else. it's pure restlessness: his second bottle is still sitting unopened at the booth. ]

I lost both of you at the same time. It just felt - you know, a bit like I was meant to be there, too.

[ it had taken him a long time to work through certain feelings. ]

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[Tim's torso doesn't currently have the flexibility to turn without aching, so he watches Martin over his shoulder instead, before he drapes an arm over the back and brings his feet up onto the seat too.]

You didn't actually need to go, though. You just wanted to keep Jon safe.

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You and Jon both were scaring the hell out of me then, Tim. Both of you were just-

[ he exhales hard through his nose. ]

It was frightening. And then it turns out my fears were founded, so.

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We get that a lot in our line of work. Bit of survivorship bias there, really, when most of what we do is follow conspiracy nuts and cults.

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Are they really conspiracy nuts if half of what they think is true?

[ he doesn't even know what he's looking for behind the bar. maybe he's just hoping movement in general will burn off some of his frustration, but it's not working. ]

I can't believe you've already been hurt here.

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Conspiracy doesn't mean 'fake', Martin, it means secret. It sure as hell doesn't make them sane.

[He leans forward to brace his sore arm over his knees as he pick his beer back up.]

And frankly we're all lucky I'm not dead again.

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I dunno. Death tolling is the worst, but at least it's usually over in a couple of days.

[ he finally returns to the table, frowning. ]

Jon's fine, but it doesn't mean he wasn't injured. He's got super-healing now, if you didn't know already. He's keeping something from me, so- reckon it's probably whatever Connor did to him.

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[Tim put too much effort into his new pose to uncurl now.]

Given that he's got a rather long history of not sharing things with us, probably yes. [He takes a long swig.] I did mention he offered to let me stab him to prove the healing thing.

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Right, yeah. I'm gonna stab him if he offers that to someone again.

[ and then, like he's told some kind of dark joke, martin just drains the rest of his first bottle. ]

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Kinky. You sure Jon minds you telling me that?

[Said with the explicit aim of getting Martin to snort that cider out his nose.]

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[ martin does breathe a bit of the cider, pulling down the bottle and sputtering through a cough. ]

Oh, please, we are not discussing our sex lives with each other. No.

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[He gives a drawn-out groan of disappointment.]

Why not? I could give you some excellent advice. And some of my stories are fantastic.

[He's not lying, but he's a hundred percent in this to see Martin blush.]

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[ martin is red, yes, but he's going to lean forward as if threatening. ]

You tell me about yours and I will tell you about sleeping with Jon.

[ not that it's a thing that really happens, but it's not like tim needs to know that. ]

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[Tim's eyebrows flick up, and he grins with utter delight.]

Alright then. I'm still rather proud of my work on getting that marriage certificate for the Ramao statement.

[And he eagerly uncurls so he can sit facing Martin properly, pulling his beer closer.]

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I-

[ he flusters again, uncapping his second bottle. ]

Okay, that was an empty threat and you know it.

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[He laughs then, an actual proper little chuckle, before he downs the rest of his beer.]

If you are going to threaten someone, mate, you've got to try a lot harder than that. Commit to your bit or you're gonna get hit.

[And he'll slide his own empty aside to grab his fresh bottle.]