[ She approaches to get close enough to see that, her brows knitting together. Connor? ...Between him and what Hank's told her, maybe, the two of them- ]
[ At least he's not staring there, typing like some kind of zombie. The dark room, lit only by a bright screen, is
(the news runs in the background and it's the first hint she has to how wrong everything was going to be, the her head lolling back as Rebecca's hand lands on her shoulder, the TV illuminating her horrified empty eyes)
...is not comforting, to say the least. Is there a light, anywhere? A lamp on his table? Something? ]
I believe this place doesn't exactly run on normal office hours, to begin with.
[he lowers his face, partially from the light, and partially to regain composure. this is the conversation he's been dreading with a pit in his stomach.]
[ The irritation hasn't left her voice, when she directs her focus back to the subject at hand. ]
Type like him wasn't going to listen to anything but his own shite. We just need to accept that and stop the...the wallowing pity party and keep trying.
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Mister Young? [ Raises her voice a bit. ]
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She slams her hand down on the desk in front of her. ]
Mr. Young!
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however he jumps back, and stares at her, a little wide eyed.]
-- Rebecca. It's... Sorry, it's not office hours.
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(the news runs in the background and it's the first hint she has to how wrong everything was going to be, the her head lolling back as Rebecca's hand lands on her shoulder, the TV illuminating her horrified empty eyes)
...is not comforting, to say the least. Is there a light, anywhere? A lamp on his table? Something? ]
I believe this place doesn't exactly run on normal office hours, to begin with.
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And Han... looks exceptionally worried right then.]
Rebecca... I know I promised I'd give you a reason to trust me and-- I tried.
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That was going to be this? To be...keeping this from happening?
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[he sounds a little desperate.]
It-- It almost worked. They stopped, and then...
[he lowers his face, partially from the light, and partially to regain composure. this is the conversation he's been dreading with a pit in his stomach.]
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[ Megumi.
Rebecca stands still, arms crossed in front of her. ]
I looked away, before the actual... Before he died. So if there's something that should be obvious, you may have to just tell me.
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[he sinks back in his chair, and then. without enthusiasm, without emphasis.]
I tried to turn off their kill switch. It didn't work.
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Presses her fingers to the bridge of her nose, shuts her eyes tight. ]
You don't have power over those things, then. Those...killer robots. Your boss has gone around you.
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[he exhales and then runs his hands across his face. he's absolutely useless here. he has been so sure... that what he had would work.]
I tried. But I couldn't.
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So what's the next plan? What do you have, for the next time?
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I need to know why this failed.
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[he snaps, but almost as quickly realizes-- that wasn't her fault]
... I'm sorry. I'm trying. But I don't know how long this is going to take. Fuck.
I didn't think someone would actually fucking-- for that.
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He was a bloody idiot. A jobby bawheid who'd've jumped at the first stupid thought that passed through his stupid head.
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And yet, he still feels awful.]
Yeah. Sorry.
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Type like him wasn't going to listen to anything but his own shite. We just need to accept that and stop the...the wallowing pity party and keep trying.