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[dog_eat_dog]

“Micah’s an asshole,” she replies, matter-of-fact. “And you’re doing what you can to keep Dutch from dragging everyone down with him, and that’s why you’re a warden. There are lines, and even if you cross ‘em sometimes, you know where they are. That’s what matters, Arthur.”

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He tugs her hand away from his face, gives her a pleading look, and then tips forward. He doesn't know how to thank her for that particular faith, those particular works, so he just wraps his arms around her and breathes out.

He already said she's like family. Maybe it's more than that: she's a part of him that's outside of himself, looking right inside in turn. He can only hope she feels the same way, because if he ever tells her that she's going to tell him he's a big sap.

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When he wraps his arms around her, it occurs to her how unusual it is to have anyone be this vulnerable around her. It makes her feel both unnerved and deeply committed to protecting that moment. She get an arm around him in turn, and a hand to the back of his head, cradling gently.

"You're fine," she tells him, softly.

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He shifts up a little, so he can feel like he's embracing her as well as the other way around.

"Thank you," he replies, voice a low rumble. "I thought... I thought you'd be disappointed."

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She gives a gentle huff.

"Yeah? I usually prefer unrepentant jackasses," she jokes, shifting with him comfortably. "But disappointed, nah. Everyone gets their shit wrecked sometimes, everyone does bad shit sometimes."

It's not like she has a leg to stand on, anyway, given how often she dives headfirst into that nonsense.

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He finally pulls back from the embrace after that, but he sits up against the wall. If she wants, she can come lean against him, or the wall, or stay right there.

"At least I was punished for it right away," he says, wryly.

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She scoots over to join him. Why not?

"Yeah, that helps, it'll keep it from going to your head," she replies. "Like sticking your hand in a fire."

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"Yeah. Thick enough of a skull, you need the reminder sometime."

He sighs and closes his eyes.

"You were charmin' on your ranch."

[dog_eat_dog]

Tess would know at least a little about thick skulls; she has one of her own. She nods.

"Yeah? It's weird, going native like that. I feel like I missed the whole port."

She would have loved to go shopping.

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"It wasn't a good one. Not a bad one, but I don't know if it was good. Too much like home, too little like it too."

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"Makes sense," she agrees. "Too much temptation. Maybe I would have just made that worse. I'm a good enabler."

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"Maybe. Besides, I had those powers. Like a flood and port in one."

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"There's that," she agrees. "What powers did you get?"

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"I could make people feel more of whatever they was feelin'. And, uh, store some memories in metal. For later, I guess."

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Bizarre. Tess tries to imagine how that works, how good it would feel to bury anything she didn’t want to process in a hunk of metal. Maybe chuck it into a lake, if she was feeling particularly spiteful.

“Did you like it?”

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He considers it. "Sometimes," he settles on. "I liked bein' able to do something the way some people here can. But I didn't have a handle on it."

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“Hard to imagine anyone would, in just a week.”

Especially with temptation.

“I didn’t peg you as a guy who wanted magic powers.”

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"Ain't you ever wanted some? The way people go around here, showin' off. A gun wouldn't do shit against most of 'em."

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She grimaces. People whipping out powers has never seemed like anything but a dick measuring contest to her — big gods, puny mortals.

“If I had them, I’d milk them for all they’re worth,” she replies. “But it’s like cheating. At least people know you earned it when you can shoot well.”

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"Never thought of it like that."

But she's right, put like that. "I do like doin' things on my own merit, but at least now I know what it feels like."

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“No harm in experiencing it,” she replies. She glances sidelong at him, at the miserable state of his face. “At least not anything that won’t heal.”

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He grunts and makes a face at her - he knows, he knows.

"I been through worse."

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“Freaks me out anyway,” she replies. Big talk from someone who has gone through the wringer more than once, but it is how she feels. “It could still get infected.”

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"It won't. I just got my ass beat, and I'm sore as hell, but we ain't in the wild here. We got the infirmary."

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“Custodial isn’t exactly squeaky clean,” she replies.