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[hydraated]

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[setright]

Good luck with that. He just got canned.

[hydraated]

...What was he doing?

[setright]

Working for some TV censorship company or something like that. [Totally him.]

[hydraated]

...censorship company?

[That doesn't sound good at all.]

[setright]

Like tits and f-bombs I guess. Doubt he was even there long enough to do even see one nip.

[hydraated]

[There's a light chuckle] I suppose I should be glad he got fired.

[setright]

He'll be your new pizza delivery boy in no time.

[hydraated]

He seems smarter then that.

[Degree of contempt for customer service officials. High.]

What did you do? I never asked.

[setright]

Here? I work retail at some clothing store. Not too bad. Before? Being public enemy number one was sorta my full time job.

[hydraated]

[once upon a time he really wouldn't have given her the time of day.]

...Having abilities made you better?

[setright]

Depends. I could take just about anyone in a brawl, but being homeless and poor didn't really make me better at anything but street smarts.

[hydraated]

[So quiet. So very quiet on Ward's end. Then.]

...I used to live in the woods. So all I had was...survivalist smarts. We kind of match.

[setright]

I don't know how to skin a bear or anything.

[hydraated]

[This is so sad] Neither do I. I was...trying to make a joke.

[Deer but not bears. Wolves - once, the once. but not bears.]

....I can grow a mean tomato.

[setright]

[She snorts.] I was joking, too. Gardening seems a lot more... sane.

[hydraated]

Well when you're on your own you have to do what you have to to survive. I wouldn't... If there had been bears I would have had to do what I had to do.

You understand that right? Doing what you have to?

[setright]

[Fetch is getting the distinct feeling this guy is reaching to feel better about himself.]

You about to drop a bomb on me?

[hydraated]

What?! No!

[literally or figuratively?]

No you're...you and your buddy are pretty much the only people who haven't wanted to watch me...boil or burn alive since getting here.

[that's a weakness. He sees it right away. Maybe talking about it will help more]

...Sorry like I said. I'm not that good with people.

[anymore]

[setright]

Whoa. Calm down. Just sayin', sounds like you're looking for some reassurance.

[It's sorta sad when two conduits are your only friends.]

What'd you do to piss people off?

[hydraated]

[Ward doesn't sigh or do or say anything. Instead he draws in a deep breath]

...My job.

Protecting the man that kept me safe and made me a better human being.

[setright]

[There's a definite pause on Fetch's end.]

What about your job?

[hydraated]

[Do it. Lampoon their kindness. He swallows]

I was a government agent who was responsible for monitoring people with abilities.

[Be honest. Kid, you're gonna get yourself killed if you ever trust anyone.

How did he get so stupid?

He should have shot them all.]

There was a man, my mentor, who sent me to watch over a team.

[Do it! Do it!]

He wanted to know what they were doing to make sure they didn't know about his project - our project. Giving people superhuman abilities.

He required me to try and kill them.

I couldn't do it.

[It was a failure. but he can't say it]

[setright]

[There's a laugh. Mean and harsh, unlike any earlier ones. Of course. Of fucking course.]

Talk about irony, huh? No wonder you were so freaked out.

Now, the question is... wouldn't kill them, or couldn't?

[hydraated]

Couldn't.

[And Garrett shakes his head in disgust. Toss the dice and let's go]

[setright]

[Karma does exist.]

How's it feel, bein' on the other side? Real fun, isn't it?