office hours: round 1.

[foo_bar]

office hours daily. i'm here to help... i think.

(screened PCs with han)

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[throwabookatit]

...That was to be my next question. If you and her were working together.

[ 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.

[foo_bar]

... No. She.... doesn't trust me.

[he sinks back in his chair, and then. without enthusiasm, without emphasis.]

I tried to turn off their kill switch. It didn't work.

[throwabookatit]

It's...a literal kill switch. [ She almost laughs, humorless. She feels delirious.

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.

[foo_bar]

No.

[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.

[throwabookatit]

[ Okay. Okay, alright. ]

So what's the next plan? What do you have, for the next time?

[foo_bar]

[he has nothing. he's still stuck on the last plan, and his eyes drift to his computer.]

I need to know why this failed.

[throwabookatit]

Can you figure that out and make it the next plan? Because don't think your superiors are going to stop, now that they've gotten results.

[foo_bar]

That's what I'm trying to do.

[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.

[throwabookatit]

[ Her throat's dry. The one thing she doesn't want to think about. It makes the rising anger redirect, back to...well. ]

He was a bloody idiot. A jobby bawheid who'd've jumped at the first stupid thought that passed through his stupid head.

[foo_bar]

[maybe. If he'd talked to Han, Han would've tried to just give him what he wanted. Maybe. If it was possible.

And yet, he still feels awful.]

Yeah. Sorry.

[throwabookatit]

[ 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.