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[cryobiological]

[ to be prettified later; in the meantime, this post exists ]

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[cryobiological]

Let me guess: you want to do something about it.

[chillestrogue]

For my own selfish benefit, I promise.

[cryobiological]

Of course.

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It's not like I can go with you.

[chillestrogue]

I know.

Did I talk to you about the warden I had?

[cryobiological]

No. They ditch you, too?

[chillestrogue]

Emotionally checked himself out. Stayed locked in his room, told me not to bother him unless I was dead.

Point is, I didn't need him to get out of here. I graduated myself. Learned what I had to do to get out and did it.

And you're smarter than I am.

[cryobiological]

So the Admiral really is an idiot if he's bringing incompetent people on board on top of everything else.

I already know what I'm supposed to do to get out. I just don't want to.

[chillestrogue]

That's it in a nutshell.

It was that way with me, too. It's a crap feeling.

[cryobiological]

It's a stupid way to run this place.

So how'd you do it? You just suck it up and let them win?

[chillestrogue]

In a way. My priorities changed over time. Getting out of here was more important than sticking it to the Admiral.

[cryobiological]

I don't even know him enough to want to stick it to him.

[chillestrogue]

Who is there that you might want to?

Who sent you here?

[cryobiological]

What are you getting at? Do you have something against the Admiral?

[chillestrogue]

He's not my favorite person.

How did you die?

[cryobiological]

Surgical complications. Last time I ever try to walk someone through how to operate on me.

[chillestrogue]

Ouch.

Anything you left unfinished?