myironeyes | Lulu the Lugubrious Voodoo Doll, now with free ball of cheeping dryer lint

[Open spam in the greenhouse.]

[It's a peculiar sight, even moreso than Marsh on his own. The man with spikes for eyes is carrying a very small, ugly, excitable cockatiel chick, carefully transferring her from one flowerbed to the next, letting her waddle intrepidly through the greenery, meticulously watching over her and snatching her gently away from any drop-offs or sinister-looking creeper vines while frowning in terse disapproval.]

[Private to Zane]

I'd like to teach you the fast way to kill an Inquisitor.

[It's neither an instruction nor a question; it's a preference. He knows Zane is struggling with his own relationship with violence right now. Zane could refuse, if he wants to.]

Just in case.

[Private to Barbara]

What is your opinion on mercy killing?

[Private to Erik]

How are you getting along with Kelsier?

[Private separately to Ned and Lua]

If you had to trust someone on this ship to kill you, who would it be?

[Private to Ryan Hardy]

I am your warden. I am still not a metaphor for anything.

We should meet.

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[He shrugs]

I would, if I couldn't do it myself. But it's not difficult, when I'm in my right mind.

That's horrible.

Someday I will get to rest. But not soon. That's all.

And until then I'd like to keep people safe from me, if possible.

You don't seem all that dangerous.

[His mouth twitches. Not an actual smile, but a stillborn one making a valiant attempt before vanishing.]

That's because I don't want to hurt anyone.

That's a favorable character trait. I don't want to hurt anyone either.

Mm. It wasn't always up to me.

Someone controlled you.

Something.

[Just the faintest emphasis.]

I'm sorry.

Things should be different here.

But they won't be, will they? Most of the time, but not all of the time.

I hope so.

Do you have special considerations for what you can do if it turns out you are being controlled?

Yes.

[That's what the killing plans are about.]

How will I...be able to tell? If you're being manipulated?

If I am controlled by something malicious, I will probably start ripping people to pieces.

[Flatly. He doesn't really like to think about it.]

If you can't tell, you probably don't have to worry about it.

...Ah.

And I'll probably be smiling.

[This is both a terrible joke and not at all a joke.]

I've never seen you smile before.

I don't often.

What makes you smile?

I haven't kept track.

Puppies?

[He shakes his head. Not vehemently. Just - no, probably not. Dogs and street kids tend to compete for the same scraps. He doesn't hate them, but he's never been terribly fond.]

How about..good food? Feeling...warm and safe?

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