Stopped Scion. [That at least lightens her expression, though not without bitterness.] Destroyed to atoms.
But was too- damaged to know I had, at the time. And dead alien in my head only knew to fight. Would have fought forever. Came here for more weapons. Wanted the Admiral, and Jon. Came back warden, but hurt people here.
[ There's a pause before Hilbert makes a reproachful little clucking sound with his tongue, shaking his head as he serves himself some food. ]
You also failed in your assessment of what counts as a weapon. If you and dead alien were more subtle or more committed to long-term planning, you could have easily had a weapon and left here with your mind and powers intact.
Would not have come if capable of subtle or planning. Would have known I didn't need it. Mind was dissolving, we were desperate and panicked. Killed Doormaker to get here.
[ And Hilbert looks back at her, dead on, a hint of an irritated frown on his face as he continues. ]
Once again: that is a poor excuse. That only means you had a limited timeline. When you have that much blood behind you, you owe it to the dead to make sure the sacrifice was worth it. And the sacrifice would mean nothing if you jumped at the first opportunity offered, without even thinking things through.
[ He gives Taylor another stern look before he breaks contact to resume eating. ]
Easy to sit after and say. Not there, never will be there. Thought through. But on bad information. Wanted trade one scalpel for a better one. When got a lit bomb instead, can't do surgery.
That is correct. I was not there. But neither was whoever your inevitable warden will be. Will you give them excuses as well when they tell you the same thing?
[She very much wants to tell him to leave, and isn't letting herself. She invited him here, and she owes him this conversation. But she nudges her fork farther away from herself so she doesn't give into the temptation to pick it up again.]
Did win. Did save what was left. I did that. My poor planning did that. Am here because I did not stop.
Well congratulations. You have saved universe and stopped the destruction of multiple realities. Will throw confetti and have big celebration. But now you are here, powerless, with one hand, unable to say a sentence longer than ten words and with absolutely no control over your current situation.
Look me in the eyes and tell me that is really a win.
[ He stands up from the table, giving Taylor a nod. ]
Annoyingly, I am still mad at you. [ Which what the heck? He's voiced his feelings, why are they still there! This is stupid! Feelings are dumb! ] But we are stuck on small ship with each other. I can push my anger aside for us to work together as needed.
[ He gives her a little nod. There's a pause as Hilbert looks over Taylor, frowning still before he points out, ]
For your sake, I hope you are permanently paired soon. Hopefully it is new warden. You will never get anywhere if the Barge continues to shove you with your friends.
[ And with that, he starts to head to the door to leave. ]
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But was too- damaged to know I had, at the time. And dead alien in my head only knew to fight. Would have fought forever. Came here for more weapons. Wanted the Admiral, and Jon. Came back warden, but hurt people here.
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[ There's a pause before Hilbert makes a reproachful little clucking sound with his tongue, shaking his head as he serves himself some food. ]
You also failed in your assessment of what counts as a weapon. If you and dead alien were more subtle or more committed to long-term planning, you could have easily had a weapon and left here with your mind and powers intact.
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Four days, trillions dead. One more, extinct. Leaders, fighting. Failing.
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Once again: that is a poor excuse. That only means you had a limited timeline. When you have that much blood behind you, you owe it to the dead to make sure the sacrifice was worth it. And the sacrifice would mean nothing if you jumped at the first opportunity offered, without even thinking things through.
[ He gives Taylor another stern look before he breaks contact to resume eating. ]
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Easy to sit after and say. Not there, never will be there. Thought through. But on bad information. Wanted trade one scalpel for a better one. When got a lit bomb instead, can't do surgery.
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Did win. Did save what was left. I did that. My poor planning did that. Am here because I did not stop.
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Look me in the eyes and tell me that is really a win.
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I won.
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And that is why you're an inmate.
[ He stands up from the table, giving Taylor a nod. ]
Annoyingly, I am still mad at you. [ Which what the heck? He's voiced his feelings, why are they still there! This is stupid! Feelings are dumb! ] But we are stuck on small ship with each other. I can push my anger aside for us to work together as needed.
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You have space. Won't be back to working the greenhouse. Taking job in the kennels.
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For your sake, I hope you are permanently paired soon. Hopefully it is new warden. You will never get anywhere if the Barge continues to shove you with your friends.
[ And with that, he starts to head to the door to leave. ]
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