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[candystriped]

[ Stocking looks oddly contemplative today, dressed a little more conservatively in a black and grey Victorian-esque collared dress. Though she intentionally flicked on the video, she's barely paying attention to it, instead seemingly reading something just off screen. ]

Why do you suppose some leave when people of less use are stuck here? If someone's better at everything... wouldn't you keep him around?

[ It's an unintentional slip when she says "him" instead of "them" but she doesn't appear to notice. ]

Maybe this place just likes to fuck with us for fun.

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[jirk]

Because I happen to care about keeping you safe, and someone like Khan is anything but.

[nbd he was just partially responsible for killing me and everything.]

Look, it's not about your personal autonomy or anything. I just really do not like the guy.

[candystriped]

[ That was unexpectedly sweet to hear, but at the same time a little bitter as well. ]

Well... it doesn't matter now, right? He's gone.

[jirk]

[He huffs a bit of a sigh.]

Guess not.

[candystriped]

If the whole warlord thing is true... why didn't anyone say anything? Or are you the only one who knows?

[jirk]

My crew all knows, but we're dealing with a lot of classified information. I'm the ranking officer here, save Admiral Pike, and Khan was my responsibility.

[candystriped]

What would you have done if you'd known?

[jirk]

[His mouth quirks downward.]

What does it matter? He's gone. Case closed.

[candystriped]

[ That clearly does not go over well, and Stocking's eyes narrow as she purses her lips for a moment. ]

Goodbye, Jim.

[ Click. ]