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I see it's this nonsense again. [Leer] I always did enjoy an audience.

As it is, there is little reason that business cannot continue as normal, just because we have a few additional listeners.

[Look who is being forcefully "normal" -- for him, anyway. It has nothing to do with the transmissions.]

Richard Riddick, it is high time we sat down and had a little discussion about port.

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I don't know.

[It's nearly an outright bark, a growling edge to it.]

I don't know why she matters, a'ight? And I don't have to explain myself to you.

Yes, you do. [He sits back comfortably in his chair.] This is how our relationship works. I help to determine what changes must be made in order for you to graduate. If these are changes you do not wish to make, then I expect for you to provide justification.

[It may be the first or near the first time the Marquis has seen Riddick visibly perturbed.

The felon leans back, visibly composing himself, expression going cold as he replaces his goggles.]

She matters to me because I knew her as a kid. Because whatever it is about her and about that planet, a few people started pinging an animal part of me that saw them as important. As family.

I trust my instincts. Why's it your issue? You gonna fix me off knowing that?

Only you can do that, Richard. I can only point you in the right direction.

If nothing I see this as a sign that you form relationships. You can, at any rate, when you choose to, and often when you do not. This is something to be encouraged. Avoiding it for fear of loss is a weakness, not a strength.

What's in my file, Warden.

What do they really want from me?

[The Marquis shakes his head.] If you want me to tell you who brought you here, then I cannot. Some of the older denizens tell the story that if we die with unfinished business, all it takes is the wish of one person, who wanted better for us that what we received in life, for us to appear here. [He shrugs] It's a pretty thought, but there's very little proof of it.

[A short, sharp, headshake, and he lies back against his seat, playing loose, tension in his scent and in the way his fingers move, the slightest fingertip drum against the surface.]

Does it have a guide in there, a little 'when he gives up this thing, he walks' ?

If you would like to read it, you may. We are not given instructions, merely a history, some description of your deeds and personality, and we are then left to our own devices.

I've probably read most of it, one prison or another. Lived the rest. Sure, I'll look.

What do you think you need out of me?

I think you need to learn to live rather than simply survive.

It's never really been an option.

It's always been an option. It's just not always an especially easy one.

[Suddenly there's an edge on his words, honed thin.]

Some of us didn't have prisons where they gave us wine and sex toys.

If you call that 'living'.

You are right. I was a prisoner once, and a madman, but I still had the luxury of a family that would provide me creature comforts. But we are not talking about me. We're talking about you.

I don't have a family. I have a dumpster. Tell me again why I should try so fucking hard.

Because if the story is true, despite your beginnings someone wants you to be alive.

[The idea leaves him... pensive. He lapses into silence, half curled on himself.]

Are you well?

Just thinking your pretty little fairy tale falls apart in real life.

[The bravado sounds good but Renate whines and comes to butt her nose against his leg, despite his grumbles for her to leave him alone.]

[A somber smile. He is not often given to those. Even at his most pleasant there always seems to be some air of mischief about him when he's smiling.]

I can name at least two individuals who would rather you be safe.

People with that disfunction seem to wind up dead a whole lot.

Everyone is going to die, Richard. Some of them not very pleasant, and you cannot blame regard for you on that.

I just don't see a 'life' back there. I want Jack off that Basilica and then I gotta get running.

...hopefully this time she doesn't come looking.

Edited 2012-06-12 06:18 (UTC)

Perhaps you should rely on your other senses, then.

[The Marquis shrugs]

You have no control over that.

[He looks grim.]

'Living' ain't my priority. She's young; she's got a chance.

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