[Maketh considers telling him to fuck off - in more polite terms, of course - but thinks better of it. He could get in the way later, if she gives him cause for concern.]
Fine. Come by my apartment. You're bringing coffee.
[Right, great, he's been relegated to errand boy. What a familiar scenario.
But fine, this is far too important to argue about right now, even if detouring to Delight's Temple is an annoying waste of time and even if he isn't super excited about the idea of being in her house especially with it being likely she won't like what he's going to tell her.
But that's something to worry about as he gets to it.]
[Maketh doesn't bother hiding the annoyance in her voice. There's work to be done. Hux has given her some ideas and they need some tweaking before she can utilize them properly.]
[Okay, that means Delight's temple is not as far out of the way as he thought, and with his leg finally healing up he can power-walk pretty fast. So it doesn't actually take him that long before he arrives at Maketh's door, knocking and looking only slightly like he'd rushed. He also only has coffee for her, and stuffed a few packets of sugar and creamer into his jeans pockets in case she wants them; it's up to her to add them, though.]
[It takes Maketh a moment to answer the door. She barely glances at Lance before retreating back to the kitchen, leaving him to follow or not.]
Close the door.
[She's in uniform, her hair pulled into a strict bun. Weapon schematics are laid out in precise rows on the kitchen table. Along with the disassembled pieces of Lilith's sniper rifle.]
[He does follow, closing the door behind him as requested, and he nods at her comment about coffee while taking note of her appearance and the kitchen table. No surprise, but still not great.
He sets the coffee on the counter and empties his overshirt's pockets of creamer pods and sugar packets, then turns toward her and fixes her with a serious look.]
[Maketh snorts, making a note on one of her schematics. She needs the proper bullet to make this thing work.] You honestly think I'm going to let him get away with that. Don't be foolish.
What I think you're doing is giving him exactly what he wants, and then letting him get away with it when you fail to get justice or revenge or whatever it is that you want.
[He's not bothering to choose his words carefully at the moment, because he doubts Maketh would listen if he did. This situation is much better served by directness.]
I'm going to teach him a lesson, [Maketh says vaguely, not looking up. She's focused on other things. She's forgotten the coffee already. Earlier she was manic, pacing and jittery with all the ideas bursting through her skull. Now she's calm and oddly tired. Everything seems simple.] I'm not going to fail.
[Maketh shakes her head slowly, still not looking at him. She wishes he would go, suddenly. She shouldn't have responded to the message. It's an inconvenience. And he's loud. She doesn't remember him being loud before.] He expects me to kill him. I'm not going to.
I highly doubt that he expects you to try to kill him. What you told me of your actions last time means it would be obvious to him that you know killing him outright wouldn't work.
[He's just ignoring the moral issues of all of this for the moment, focusing on the practical ones, because they're the only part he thinks Maketh might respond to.]
He wants the attention and the challenge, and you'd be giving him exactly that. Do you really want to reward him for what he did?
What else do you call it when you give someone what they want for their behavior?
[He's still being shorter and blunter than usual, but he's also started to get distracted paying attention to her shift in mood even while he answers the question.]
I want you not to return to patterns you're trying to break, and get yourself killed in the process.
[In other words, he doesn't believe her at all. Sure, repeated exposure to a traumatic event can dull one's emotional response to it, but it doesn't actually make it less traumatic.
Also just casually ignoring that whole 'go away' part.]
Is this really want you want? To jump on the first solution that seems rewarding to you and completely ignore any and all reasons against it?
[Something painful, something lasting, something he'll have to sit with for a while. Knock his teeth out, cut off his hands. Make him think about what he'd done. Suffer through it.
Simple. Yes.
Maketh shakes her head again. Her head hurts. A lot of things hurt, a dull building ache.]
There has to be a--reckoning. I won't allow this to be for nothing.
[In a better moment, she wouldn't say that. It's not going to help - Hux will do a great many things when he's bored and not many of them are good. But it's true and here they are.
Maketh keeps her eyes down, not looking at him. She wants him to go.]
[It's a good thing Lance doesn't really make it a habit to raise his voice or it would've gone way up at that. As it is he just sounds a cross between incredulous and exasperated.]
And you don't think maybe he's exactly the opposite of who you should be consulting with on something like this? What about Henry? Or Nick; he seemed reasonable.
It's only an engineering problem when you've already decided on what you're going to do and just need to know how to do it.
[He can't tell if she's being purposefully difficult or just not listening, although he's thinking it might be the latter. As far as going away, he crosses his arms and fixes her with a determined look.]
No. I can't, in good conscience, let you do something this stupid and detrimental to both your physical and mental health.
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Date: 2017-05-21 02:47 am (UTC)[She has plans that need to be checked and rechecked before they can be implemented.]
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Date: 2017-05-21 02:48 am (UTC)I really don't think it should.
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Date: 2017-05-21 02:55 am (UTC)Fine. Come by my apartment. You're bringing coffee.
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Date: 2017-05-21 02:57 am (UTC)But fine, this is far too important to argue about right now, even if detouring to Delight's Temple is an annoying waste of time and even if he isn't super excited about the idea of being in her house especially with it being likely she won't like what he's going to tell her.
But that's something to worry about as he gets to it.]
Which apartment is that?
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:01 am (UTC)[Maketh doesn't bother hiding the annoyance in her voice. There's work to be done. Hux has given her some ideas and they need some tweaking before she can utilize them properly.]
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-05-21 03:15 am (UTC)Close the door.
[She's in uniform, her hair pulled into a strict bun. Weapon schematics are laid out in precise rows on the kitchen table. Along with the disassembled pieces of Lilith's sniper rifle.]
What do you want, Sweets?
[A pause.]
You brought coffee. Thank you.
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:23 am (UTC)He sets the coffee on the counter and empties his overshirt's pockets of creamer pods and sugar packets, then turns toward her and fixes her with a serious look.]
You absolutely cannot go after Sato.
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-05-21 03:29 am (UTC)[He's not bothering to choose his words carefully at the moment, because he doubts Maketh would listen if he did. This situation is much better served by directness.]
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-05-21 03:35 am (UTC)[It's not less intent or serious, but it's quieter.]
Do you really think this isn't what he wants you to do? And so he's expecting it?
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:39 am (UTC)[She huffs, making another note. Her eyes hurt.]
I'm just going to hurt him.
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:49 am (UTC)[He's just ignoring the moral issues of all of this for the moment, focusing on the practical ones, because they're the only part he thinks Maketh might respond to.]
He wants the attention and the challenge, and you'd be giving him exactly that. Do you really want to reward him for what he did?
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:31 pm (UTC)[If she says it clearly enough, patiently enough, then he'll leave.]
What do you want, Doctor Sweets?
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Date: 2017-05-21 03:34 pm (UTC)[He's still being shorter and blunter than usual, but he's also started to get distracted paying attention to her shift in mood even while he answers the question.]
I want you not to return to patterns you're trying to break, and get yourself killed in the process.
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Date: 2017-05-21 04:10 pm (UTC)I've died already. A lot. It doesn't matter. Go away.
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Date: 2017-05-21 04:16 pm (UTC)[In other words, he doesn't believe her at all. Sure, repeated exposure to a traumatic event can dull one's emotional response to it, but it doesn't actually make it less traumatic.
Also just casually ignoring that whole 'go away' part.]
Is this really want you want? To jump on the first solution that seems rewarding to you and completely ignore any and all reasons against it?
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Date: 2017-05-21 04:32 pm (UTC)[Something painful, something lasting, something he'll have to sit with for a while. Knock his teeth out, cut off his hands. Make him think about what he'd done. Suffer through it.
Simple. Yes.
Maketh shakes her head again. Her head hurts. A lot of things hurt, a dull building ache.]
There has to be a--reckoning. I won't allow this to be for nothing.
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Date: 2017-05-21 04:38 pm (UTC)[He lowers his voice further, sensitive to her reactions--and beginning to form an idea of what's causing them--but not about to give up just yet.]
I'm saying don't jump immediately in the trap. Think about this; come up with something as part of a team with your other Guard members.
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Date: 2017-05-21 04:47 pm (UTC)[In a better moment, she wouldn't say that. It's not going to help - Hux will do a great many things when he's bored and not many of them are good. But it's true and here they are.
Maketh keeps her eyes down, not looking at him. She wants him to go.]
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Date: 2017-05-21 04:50 pm (UTC)[It's a good thing Lance doesn't really make it a habit to raise his voice or it would've gone way up at that. As it is he just sounds a cross between incredulous and exasperated.]
And you don't think maybe he's exactly the opposite of who you should be consulting with on something like this? What about Henry? Or Nick; he seemed reasonable.
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Date: 2017-05-21 05:00 pm (UTC)[Hux is easy, he only asks the questions that need to be asked. Everything else is planning and details.
Maketh pauses.]
You're being loud. Go away.
[He's not. But her head hurts.]
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Date: 2017-05-21 05:04 pm (UTC)[He can't tell if she's being purposefully difficult or just not listening, although he's thinking it might be the latter. As far as going away, he crosses his arms and fixes her with a determined look.]
No. I can't, in good conscience, let you do something this stupid and detrimental to both your physical and mental health.
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Date: 2017-05-21 05:07 pm (UTC)[Even more so to consult Hux, who very well might be a sadist and has no compunctions about ruining someone's day.
This time Maketh does look at Lance. Her face is carefully empty.]
Don't get in my way.
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