"Yeah." Edward doesn't sound surprised, doesn't bother pretending he didn't see this coming. "I've been trying to keep an eye on things the past few days."
Things seemed quiet for a while, and then... It feels like a lot is happening at once. That's a familiar feeling, at least. When it rains, it radstorms.
"I was... annoyed, at first. With Alec's stunt. On a professional level, mostly, but also a personal one. I still think it was a stupid move. But I've been reminded that there are bigger, more important issues than one person making a bad move."
That clearly isn't what Lark was braced to hear because he looks at Edward, sips his coffee, watches Edward a second longer. "Which things specifically were you reminded of?"
Edward gestures vaguely with one hand. "It wasn't by him or his situation. I asked an inmate if they'd be willing to let me look at the other filter on Alec's post, and while we were talking, they brought something to my attention."
He pauses to take a sip of coffee. "Related to the murders Quill caused, specifically. I know it was pretty chaotic, and I didn't hear about it until she'd been contained. But afterwards, I'd assumed that there were enough other people involved that I didn't need to add one more moving part. I'm regretting that, now. Because apparently the victims didn't get the attention they should have."
Lark's expression clouds. He hadn't really planned on talking about this with another warden yet, but Edward is here and the topic is on the table.
"They never do, Edward. I don't even know how many people Quill killed, besides Norton and Anita Blake. I let her recover in my cabin because I had no idea who had done it or why. And when I did find out, it was the same bullshit as ever." He thinks about draining his cup but just sets it down instead. "I'm so tired of this," he says quietly.
"The hardest thing here is convincing people to rethink what they're doing. I was probably the worst at it, and in hindsight I cringe. Seems like a just punishment for me." He sighs, cracks a smile, teasing. "Everyone here thinks they know best, when will they see that only I do?"
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Things seemed quiet for a while, and then... It feels like a lot is happening at once. That's a familiar feeling, at least. When it rains, it radstorms.
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"What do you take away from it?"
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"I was... annoyed, at first. With Alec's stunt. On a professional level, mostly, but also a personal one. I still think it was a stupid move. But I've been reminded that there are bigger, more important issues than one person making a bad move."
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He pauses to take a sip of coffee. "Related to the murders Quill caused, specifically. I know it was pretty chaotic, and I didn't hear about it until she'd been contained. But afterwards, I'd assumed that there were enough other people involved that I didn't need to add one more moving part. I'm regretting that, now. Because apparently the victims didn't get the attention they should have."
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"They never do, Edward. I don't even know how many people Quill killed, besides Norton and Anita Blake. I let her recover in my cabin because I had no idea who had done it or why. And when I did find out, it was the same bullshit as ever." He thinks about draining his cup but just sets it down instead. "I'm so tired of this," he says quietly.
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Edward watches Lark for a moment, and decides against asking what others have done to try to change things. Instead, he asks, "Need to talk about it?"
Another offer to help. Just... one step at a time.
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