[The apartment doesn't have much in the way of personal touches - and the few oddities that are hanging around don't belong to Maketh. She keeps her sword and a few changes of clothes - variations on her new uniform - in her own room, door firmly closed.
Maketh takes a seat, and begins arranging the glasses in a straight line. Things ought to be ordered.] I doubt it will last. You found someone to look at your leg?
[She noticed. She assumes he had it fixed.]
Some of the private homes. Others in the stores. Most were hidden.
[She hasn't had much else to do but explore and look for supplies, and hints as to what happened here before their arrival. Mostly, she's been looking for books. Information. Spare paper. Maketh hasn't found much of that.]
[He takes a seat at the table across from her, setting the small bag he's brought with him on the table as well, about to start digging through it when she asks him a question.]
No, I screwed it up before I got here and just keep making it worse, so...
[No real point in wasting time and supplies and all of that. Even though he knows some people here have healing powers and he's considered asking for a favor, he's pretty sure he'd manage to injure himself five minutes after getting it healed anyway.]
We haven't been looking much in the abandoned homes, just the stores.
[So that's an idea. But they've generally been playing it safe, and the stores are more frequently visited and so less likely to be newly homes to monsters.
He pulls out a few little containers of one of the strictly vegetarian meals Sam had showed them how to make, offering one toward Maketh.]
Not sure if you, you know. Had much food to go with your alcohol.
[And for some time after he and his friends arrived in this place even doing something as simple as making food had been a daunting task, after what they'd gone through at home. He imagines turning into a monster and dying probably puts Maketh in a similar position, and he isn't sure if she has anyone looking out for her the way his friends had all looked out for each other.]
[Maketh gives him a flat look, unimpressed.] Get it fixed.
[It's not like she did the exact same thing when she first arrived. Oh wait.
That's different, though. Maketh had been fairly certain her injuries were beyond whatever meager medical attention this place could have provided. She'd been proven wrong.
She'd also been in shock at the time, so she had an excuse. Sort of.]
It's more dangerous, but our supplies are limited.
[Therefore risks must be taken. If she had troopers here, Maketh would order them to do it, but she doesn't and they'd probably shoot her on sight anyway.
Maketh pauses, the glasses and bottles in a nice geometric pattern. Acceptable. She probably ate something last night, but she can't quite remember.] Thank you. That is...thoughtful.
[He's not actually promising to agree; it's more said as a light, slightly humorous response to the order than anything else. But maybe he'll at least talk to the guy who runs the clinic, once the aftermath of the wendigo event dies down a bit.
He nods at the comment about the supplies, because it's definitely true; he wonders which god is responsible for stocking the stores, because it might actually matter. Rage and Fear obviously don't know what they're doing--assuming they were genuinely trying to help Hope out with the food thing--and Hope seems to be pretty drained, so who knows how steady their supplies might end up being in the future.]
Yeah. Probably worth the risk, I guess, especially if there's some better stuff. There's five of us at my place, too.
[So they need a lot of supplies, pretty often. He offers a small smile at the thanks.]
No problem. Drinking isn't much fun if you just get sick right after anyway.
[The tone gets him a side-eye. Maketh is used to being obeyed, her orders followed with all due haste. But he's not a soldier and certainly not one of her troopers, so she probably shouldn't bully him into politeness. At least not right now. She's too tired to do her drill sergeant voice anyway.] Yes. And likely to be more, in time.
[There are advantages to more people, but only if they can be properly fed. Hunger makes everyone unpredictable and hostile.
Maketh peers at him curiously.] There are people from your world here, aren't there?
[She's going to ignore his comment about getting sick and whatever implication might be hiding there.]
[He just offers another dorky grin at the side-eye, the perfectly innocent look of someone who gets that expression turned toward him a lot. Though he does know when not to test his luck, so he'll focus on answering that question.]
Yeah. Including me, there's five.
[The smile fades a bit, and he shifts his gaze down toward the empty glasses Maketh has arranged.]
There was a sixth, but she disappeared. During the event.
[Maketh frowns. This is news to her. And not pleasant, either. People rarely disappear of their own free will.]
I...see.
[She decides not to tell Chris that. Civilians don't need to know everything, and she's already damaged him. So she does what most Imperials do when faced with a problem of this nature, and pours a shot.
Maketh pushes it across the table, doing it so there's no chance their hands will touch. Then she pours one for herself.]
[He's not sure how to interpret that response except maybe she's dubious about the idea, but he doesn't elaborate at the moment. Instead he considers the shot she slides toward him, and decides one shot isn't going to hurt.
So he lifts the glass in a gesture of cheers before tipping it back. It's been over a year since he did any shots so it's a little stronger than he's expecting, and earns a probably somewhat amusing face and cough once he's done.]
[She matches his salute with grim cheer, and drinks it back without a flinch. Despite what people might think of her - Maketh isn't completely oblivious - she can hold her liquor. Very well, actually.]
No?
[She smiles a little and pours herself another, setting the bottle in neutral territory. If Chris wants more, he can pour it himself.]
It's been some years since I've done this with civilians.
[Oh, he's a student? Maketh brightens a little - she can relate to students, most of the time, even if civilians remain confusing.]
The line between civilian and military was blurred in my position. I served the will of the Empire. Sometimes that involved commanding troops. The majority of it was administrative work, though.
[Well. For a while. Maketh decides not to think about that, and does another shot. Why not, she's here to drink.] You are a student? What do you study?
[He nods, interested; he's not really familiar with any of that, but the idea makes sense.]
What part of it did you like best? Like, the commanding part or the administrative stuff?
[Because he doubts those two things could be any more different, so he's curious about if she has a preference and, if so, which it is.
He nods at the question, pushing his glass around idly between his fingers.]
Yeah, I was in my second year. My major was computer science, so like, programming and how computers work and all that.
[He explains just because what 'computer science' entails seems to vary wildly between worlds, from what conversation he's had on the subject while here.]
[Maketh smiles a little, turning the glass over in her hands. People don't usually ask if she likes her work - either she was competent or she wasn't, and the latter would get her replaced. The Empire has no room for weakness or failure. Personal preference has no bearing on it.]
The logistics, I suppose. Patterns always came easily to me.
[And they didn't have personalities or moral qualms. Patterns just were. Pure logic, easy to swallow.]
Very useful, I imagine. My world has great need for such skills. Is it the same in yours?
[Makes sense, from what he knows of her personality so far. He also understands that a lot, because he's the same way; seeing the steps to a solution or putting together facts to solve a puzzle come naturally to him, which has been really helpful recently.
A lot more than his field in school, anyway, and he shakes his head a little.]
Yeah, it's really in demand at home, but here it's been totally unhelpful.
[Hope's weird phones aren't even an operating system he knows, though Rhys did say he'd teach him and hopefully he'll be able to pick it up pretty quickly. But otherwise his talent with technology hasn't helped much here, and he's felt kind of useless overall especially next to all these people who can use swords or do magic or whatever.]
That was the idea, yes. I made sure people were fed, that they had access to medical supplies and housing. We were working on getting some of the younger people educated. It was a difficult time.
[Whether she actually solved any problems or just made them irreversibly worse is something that Maketh has been trying not to think about. She served the Empire for most of her life. Her change of heart probably came too late. Not that she sees the need to tell Chris any of that.
She pushes her glass around a little, before lining it back up with the others.] The technology here is...frustrating. I suppose I'm lucky that I attended a military academy. That part of my training is proving useful here.
That's pretty cool. It sounds like something that'd be really useful here, if you wanted to deal with trying to coordinate it.
[The people here have definitely been more inclined to working independently, including his own group of friends, but some sort of more communal organization might be a good idea. Especially when things like the last few events happen.
He nods again, looking a little more serious.]
The whole 'being able to fight' thing seems to be the most useful skill in this place so far.
[He assumes that's what she means about her military academy training being useful, anyway.]
[She's wary of taking a civilian leadership position. Maketh is confident of her grasp of tactics, but she's stumbled before when it comes to people. She can admit this now. There were a thousand things she never saw, or chose to ignore. This cannot happen again.
Maketh eyes her shot. Chris isn't matching her pace. She probably shouldn't pass out in front of him. Bad form and what not.]
That's part of it, yes. But knowing how to fight and knowing tactics are two different things. I think we'll need more of the latter moving forward.
Yeah? Awesome. If there's anything I can do to help, just uh... Let me know.
[He doesn't like making serious decisions--though he definitely can if he has to--but he'd be interested in helping out in some sort of organizing that's in everyone's best interests. If that's even possible.
He considers that last comment seriously, tapping his fingers idly against his empty glass as he thinks.]
Yeah. Maybe like... There's so many people here with like, totally different skills; some of the people that messaged us during... You know...
[The last event.]
They could make fire, or heal people, or had weapons or whatever else, and offered to help with whatever. So maybe they and others here would be willing to just sort of make what they can do public knowledge? So everyone knows what each person here's capable of, so we all know who to go to for different situations?
[He's not sure how well it would work in practice, but it's really hard to organize a strategic response to a threat if no one knows who or what they're working with.]
[She will. It's important to have good, solid people behind you. And from what she's seen, Chris seems sincere with his desire to help people. There ought to be more people like that.]
That would be the ideal outcome, yes. But in my experience, people with power - real power - rarely share it without some kind of incentive. I've found little to offer anyone. Money has no value here, and our supplies are too limited to offer anyone better rations.
[That's one of the reasons she's been so diligent about exploring. Trying to find things to bribe people with, because Maketh knows - knows - that a time will come when an organized resistance will be needed, and she'll need leverage to convince everyone.]
Like alcohol, you see.
[She smiles a little, and pours herself another drink.]
[He still hasn't poured another shot, still deciding if he's going to or not; he has a pretty high alcohol tolerance, but he doesn't want to push it. Better to stop before he feels any effects, rather than drink enough to have reason to keep doing so.]
Yeah. A lot of people here seem big on the alcohol thing, so it's a good bargaining chip.
'Course it's good for more than just drinking, too.
[It's a disinfectant and, perhaps more importantly, a source a fire. Sure, the wendigo problem might have been taken care of by Rage, but for how long? They thought they'd escaped that nightmare on the mountain only for wendigo to just appear here too, so who knows when they might need a way to make fire. Especially a potentially long-range and explosive way.]
But who knows, I mean, no one who offered to help with the wendigos asked for anything in return. There might just be like, a lot of nice people here, or at least people who know working together's best for everyone.
[Perhaps it would be. There was always an underground trade in contraband booze in the junior Academy, and Maketh hasn't yet encountered an Imperial officer who didn't drink at the end of their shift. She doesn't remember if her parents drank or not, if they could even afford things like that. Probably not, towards the end.]
True. Thankfully we haven't hard to start rationing yet.
[Not really. Maketh hopes they won't. People get unpredictable when they're hungry. And who knows what the gods might put in the food next?]
They may do so now, but it won't last.
[Maketh leans back in her chair.] People learn to protect themselves first, in war. It helps to think of this as a war.
[How to put this in a way that won't be insulting?]
Like, I totally understand wanting to drink to forget that we're all in this shithole of a cave, especially if it's only occasionally or whatever. But it seems like it should be kind of... Low priority?
[And being drunk makes you totally useless in an emergency, but he doesn't say that. Instead he frowns a little at her other comments, understanding but not agreeing.]
So you think that when it comes down to it people'll just be looking out for themselves?
[Maketh shrugs. She agrees, of course. Productivity must come first, always. But people need to unwind as well. Anything coiled too tight for too long eventually breaks.] Of course. Still. It helps, in its own way.
[There's a pause. Maketh just watches him, a little sadly. He's a civilian and she shouldn't be telling him these things. The situation remains what it is, however, and they must survive. They will survive.]
If it comes to that, yes.
[She hopes it won't. Sometimes she has nightmares about the aftermath of the Clone Wars, how her parents had tried so hard to make that damn farm work. She knows what Lothal looks like when it's on fire, what riots sound like, the sorts of things people do when they're starving. And how easy, how very easy it was for the Empire to come in through the chaos and establish a stranglehold.]
Without a strong infrastructure, people turn on each other in desperation. And if we fight each other, we cannot mount a coordinated resistance. Anything less than that will fail.
[Maketh takes a slow drink, trying to see if Chris understands.] Once the gods realize this, they will implement it. It's in their best interest to have us turn on each other.
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Date: 2016-03-03 05:49 pm (UTC)Maketh takes a seat, and begins arranging the glasses in a straight line. Things ought to be ordered.] I doubt it will last. You found someone to look at your leg?
[She noticed. She assumes he had it fixed.]
Some of the private homes. Others in the stores. Most were hidden.
[She hasn't had much else to do but explore and look for supplies, and hints as to what happened here before their arrival. Mostly, she's been looking for books. Information. Spare paper. Maketh hasn't found much of that.]
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Date: 2016-03-03 05:59 pm (UTC)No, I screwed it up before I got here and just keep making it worse, so...
[No real point in wasting time and supplies and all of that. Even though he knows some people here have healing powers and he's considered asking for a favor, he's pretty sure he'd manage to injure himself five minutes after getting it healed anyway.]
We haven't been looking much in the abandoned homes, just the stores.
[So that's an idea. But they've generally been playing it safe, and the stores are more frequently visited and so less likely to be newly homes to monsters.
He pulls out a few little containers of one of the strictly vegetarian meals Sam had showed them how to make, offering one toward Maketh.]
Not sure if you, you know. Had much food to go with your alcohol.
[And for some time after he and his friends arrived in this place even doing something as simple as making food had been a daunting task, after what they'd gone through at home. He imagines turning into a monster and dying probably puts Maketh in a similar position, and he isn't sure if she has anyone looking out for her the way his friends had all looked out for each other.]
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Date: 2016-03-03 06:06 pm (UTC)[It's not like she did the exact same thing when she first arrived. Oh wait.
That's different, though. Maketh had been fairly certain her injuries were beyond whatever meager medical attention this place could have provided. She'd been proven wrong.
She'd also been in shock at the time, so she had an excuse. Sort of.]
It's more dangerous, but our supplies are limited.
[Therefore risks must be taken. If she had troopers here, Maketh would order them to do it, but she doesn't and they'd probably shoot her on sight anyway.
Maketh pauses, the glasses and bottles in a nice geometric pattern. Acceptable. She probably ate something last night, but she can't quite remember.] Thank you. That is...thoughtful.
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Date: 2016-03-03 06:27 pm (UTC)[He's not actually promising to agree; it's more said as a light, slightly humorous response to the order than anything else. But maybe he'll at least talk to the guy who runs the clinic, once the aftermath of the wendigo event dies down a bit.
He nods at the comment about the supplies, because it's definitely true; he wonders which god is responsible for stocking the stores, because it might actually matter. Rage and Fear obviously don't know what they're doing--assuming they were genuinely trying to help Hope out with the food thing--and Hope seems to be pretty drained, so who knows how steady their supplies might end up being in the future.]
Yeah. Probably worth the risk, I guess, especially if there's some better stuff. There's five of us at my place, too.
[So they need a lot of supplies, pretty often. He offers a small smile at the thanks.]
No problem. Drinking isn't much fun if you just get sick right after anyway.
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Date: 2016-03-03 06:50 pm (UTC)[There are advantages to more people, but only if they can be properly fed. Hunger makes everyone unpredictable and hostile.
Maketh peers at him curiously.] There are people from your world here, aren't there?
[She's going to ignore his comment about getting sick and whatever implication might be hiding there.]
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Date: 2016-03-03 10:19 pm (UTC)Yeah. Including me, there's five.
[The smile fades a bit, and he shifts his gaze down toward the empty glasses Maketh has arranged.]
There was a sixth, but she disappeared. During the event.
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Date: 2016-03-03 10:24 pm (UTC)[There's not much she can say to that. Maketh lifts her chin a little. It projects confidence when you do that.] Is she dead?
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Date: 2016-03-03 10:38 pm (UTC)[He might've been more concerned about the possibility if this hadn't happened once already.]
Sometimes people just... Leave. Apparently.
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Date: 2016-03-03 10:45 pm (UTC)I...see.
[She decides not to tell Chris that. Civilians don't need to know everything, and she's already damaged him. So she does what most Imperials do when faced with a problem of this nature, and pours a shot.
Maketh pushes it across the table, doing it so there's no chance their hands will touch. Then she pours one for herself.]
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:00 pm (UTC)So he lifts the glass in a gesture of cheers before tipping it back. It's been over a year since he did any shots so it's a little stronger than he's expecting, and earns a probably somewhat amusing face and cough once he's done.]
Haven't done that in while.
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:04 pm (UTC)No?
[She smiles a little and pours herself another, setting the bottle in neutral territory. If Chris wants more, he can pour it himself.]
It's been some years since I've done this with civilians.
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:10 pm (UTC)[So most of the parties he has attended in the past year served beer at the strongest anyway, in addition to him generally avoiding overdoing it.
The civilian comment gets his interest.]
'Civilians?' Are you like, military or a cop or something?
[Who knows what people might be in this place.[
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:13 pm (UTC)The line between civilian and military was blurred in my position. I served the will of the Empire. Sometimes that involved commanding troops. The majority of it was administrative work, though.
[Well. For a while. Maketh decides not to think about that, and does another shot. Why not, she's here to drink.] You are a student? What do you study?
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:20 pm (UTC)What part of it did you like best? Like, the commanding part or the administrative stuff?
[Because he doubts those two things could be any more different, so he's curious about if she has a preference and, if so, which it is.
He nods at the question, pushing his glass around idly between his fingers.]
Yeah, I was in my second year. My major was computer science, so like, programming and how computers work and all that.
[He explains just because what 'computer science' entails seems to vary wildly between worlds, from what conversation he's had on the subject while here.]
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:26 pm (UTC)The logistics, I suppose. Patterns always came easily to me.
[And they didn't have personalities or moral qualms. Patterns just were. Pure logic, easy to swallow.]
Very useful, I imagine. My world has great need for such skills. Is it the same in yours?
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:35 pm (UTC)[Makes sense, from what he knows of her personality so far. He also understands that a lot, because he's the same way; seeing the steps to a solution or putting together facts to solve a puzzle come naturally to him, which has been really helpful recently.
A lot more than his field in school, anyway, and he shakes his head a little.]
Yeah, it's really in demand at home, but here it's been totally unhelpful.
[Hope's weird phones aren't even an operating system he knows, though Rhys did say he'd teach him and hopefully he'll be able to pick it up pretty quickly. But otherwise his talent with technology hasn't helped much here, and he's felt kind of useless overall especially next to all these people who can use swords or do magic or whatever.]
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:47 pm (UTC)[Whether she actually solved any problems or just made them irreversibly worse is something that Maketh has been trying not to think about. She served the Empire for most of her life. Her change of heart probably came too late. Not that she sees the need to tell Chris any of that.
She pushes her glass around a little, before lining it back up with the others.] The technology here is...frustrating. I suppose I'm lucky that I attended a military academy. That part of my training is proving useful here.
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Date: 2016-03-03 11:59 pm (UTC)[The people here have definitely been more inclined to working independently, including his own group of friends, but some sort of more communal organization might be a good idea. Especially when things like the last few events happen.
He nods again, looking a little more serious.]
The whole 'being able to fight' thing seems to be the most useful skill in this place so far.
[He assumes that's what she means about her military academy training being useful, anyway.]
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Date: 2016-03-04 12:14 am (UTC)[She's wary of taking a civilian leadership position. Maketh is confident of her grasp of tactics, but she's stumbled before when it comes to people. She can admit this now. There were a thousand things she never saw, or chose to ignore. This cannot happen again.
Maketh eyes her shot. Chris isn't matching her pace. She probably shouldn't pass out in front of him. Bad form and what not.]
That's part of it, yes. But knowing how to fight and knowing tactics are two different things. I think we'll need more of the latter moving forward.
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Date: 2016-03-04 12:31 am (UTC)[He doesn't like making serious decisions--though he definitely can if he has to--but he'd be interested in helping out in some sort of organizing that's in everyone's best interests. If that's even possible.
He considers that last comment seriously, tapping his fingers idly against his empty glass as he thinks.]
Yeah. Maybe like... There's so many people here with like, totally different skills; some of the people that messaged us during... You know...
[The last event.]
They could make fire, or heal people, or had weapons or whatever else, and offered to help with whatever. So maybe they and others here would be willing to just sort of make what they can do public knowledge? So everyone knows what each person here's capable of, so we all know who to go to for different situations?
[He's not sure how well it would work in practice, but it's really hard to organize a strategic response to a threat if no one knows who or what they're working with.]
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Date: 2016-03-04 01:09 am (UTC)[She will. It's important to have good, solid people behind you. And from what she's seen, Chris seems sincere with his desire to help people. There ought to be more people like that.]
That would be the ideal outcome, yes. But in my experience, people with power - real power - rarely share it without some kind of incentive. I've found little to offer anyone. Money has no value here, and our supplies are too limited to offer anyone better rations.
[That's one of the reasons she's been so diligent about exploring. Trying to find things to bribe people with, because Maketh knows - knows - that a time will come when an organized resistance will be needed, and she'll need leverage to convince everyone.]
Like alcohol, you see.
[She smiles a little, and pours herself another drink.]
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Date: 2016-03-04 02:02 am (UTC)Yeah. A lot of people here seem big on the alcohol thing, so it's a good bargaining chip.
'Course it's good for more than just drinking, too.
[It's a disinfectant and, perhaps more importantly, a source a fire. Sure, the wendigo problem might have been taken care of by Rage, but for how long? They thought they'd escaped that nightmare on the mountain only for wendigo to just appear here too, so who knows when they might need a way to make fire. Especially a potentially long-range and explosive way.]
But who knows, I mean, no one who offered to help with the wendigos asked for anything in return. There might just be like, a lot of nice people here, or at least people who know working together's best for everyone.
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Date: 2016-03-04 02:10 am (UTC)[Perhaps it would be. There was always an underground trade in contraband booze in the junior Academy, and Maketh hasn't yet encountered an Imperial officer who didn't drink at the end of their shift. She doesn't remember if her parents drank or not, if they could even afford things like that. Probably not, towards the end.]
True. Thankfully we haven't hard to start rationing yet.
[Not really. Maketh hopes they won't. People get unpredictable when they're hungry. And who knows what the gods might put in the food next?]
They may do so now, but it won't last.
[Maketh leans back in her chair.] People learn to protect themselves first, in war. It helps to think of this as a war.
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Date: 2016-03-04 02:22 am (UTC)[How to put this in a way that won't be insulting?]
Like, I totally understand wanting to drink to forget that we're all in this shithole of a cave, especially if it's only occasionally or whatever. But it seems like it should be kind of... Low priority?
[And being drunk makes you totally useless in an emergency, but he doesn't say that. Instead he frowns a little at her other comments, understanding but not agreeing.]
So you think that when it comes down to it people'll just be looking out for themselves?
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Date: 2016-03-04 02:38 am (UTC)[There's a pause. Maketh just watches him, a little sadly. He's a civilian and she shouldn't be telling him these things. The situation remains what it is, however, and they must survive. They will survive.]
If it comes to that, yes.
[She hopes it won't. Sometimes she has nightmares about the aftermath of the Clone Wars, how her parents had tried so hard to make that damn farm work. She knows what Lothal looks like when it's on fire, what riots sound like, the sorts of things people do when they're starving. And how easy, how very easy it was for the Empire to come in through the chaos and establish a stranglehold.]
Without a strong infrastructure, people turn on each other in desperation. And if we fight each other, we cannot mount a coordinated resistance. Anything less than that will fail.
[Maketh takes a slow drink, trying to see if Chris understands.] Once the gods realize this, they will implement it. It's in their best interest to have us turn on each other.
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