[While he doesn't necessarily think all problems are solvable, all that means is that the problems that can be solved are what deserve all of his attention. They will find a way through this tangled mess, somehow.]
Black, please.
[He drinks it largely for the physical benefits, anyway. As Caitlyn moves, Altius follows her with his eyes, and her reply draws his eyebrows upwards, then faintly together with some concern.]
I—suppose my first question is, how are you dealing with it?
[The machine makes some noises as it starts to brew behind her, and soon, the smell of the coffee wafts through the small room.]
As well as one can, I suppose. I feel... off. But that's hardly a surprise, the Council does love to mess with our heads.
[But Caitlyn hates feeling off. She's been off since the war with Noxus back home. She was trying so desperately to get back to some kind of normal, physically, only to be hit with this, mentally.]
I'm supposed to ask others about what justice means to them. It isn't even anything complex. But I'll take it, in comparison to what I had to do the first go-around.
[He can't help but let out a scoff. It's so simple it's absurd.]
I'd rather they go ahead and give us tasks like this than force us through the messes we've had in the meantime.
[But he lets out a slow breath and considers; he does want to help, if he can. Feeling off could lead to any number of unpleasant things.]
This place does encourage thinking about the topic, in any case. Being brought here, where we could never make amends for whatever imagined harm we may have been accused of, certainly isn't it.
As if I wasn't already doing that enough, back home.
[Recovering from her injuries had given Caitlyn plenty of time and opportunity to think of her crimes. Ironically, they weren't even crimes being shoved in her face here, in Aldrip.]
One of my ongoing theories has been that that's the point. It makes us think, work through our "crimes", so when we go home in that blink, like nothing really happened, those moments linger and help influence our future decisions.
[That didn't make it better, or even actually true, but it's certainly something she's pondered. She can't help but wonder if the fact that she had grown semi-civil with Jinx here had influenced her decision to finally let go of her anger with the other woman and let Vi break her out of prison.]
[Altius lets out an unhappy noise from the back of his throat, arms folded.]
As much as I hate to think all this could leave any real trace behind... I can't deny the possibility.
[If it can take them here, and if they are truly themselves and capable of being sent back... perhaps only leaving subconscious memories behind isn't beyond their captor's ability.]
But I refuse to think forcing us to stay here in this dangerous unpredictable place is anything like justice. Self-righteousness, perhaps.
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Black, please.
[He drinks it largely for the physical benefits, anyway. As Caitlyn moves, Altius follows her with his eyes, and her reply draws his eyebrows upwards, then faintly together with some concern.]
I—suppose my first question is, how are you dealing with it?
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As well as one can, I suppose. I feel... off. But that's hardly a surprise, the Council does love to mess with our heads.
[But Caitlyn hates feeling off. She's been off since the war with Noxus back home. She was trying so desperately to get back to some kind of normal, physically, only to be hit with this, mentally.]
I'm supposed to ask others about what justice means to them. It isn't even anything complex. But I'll take it, in comparison to what I had to do the first go-around.
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I'd rather they go ahead and give us tasks like this than force us through the messes we've had in the meantime.
[But he lets out a slow breath and considers; he does want to help, if he can. Feeling off could lead to any number of unpleasant things.]
This place does encourage thinking about the topic, in any case. Being brought here, where we could never make amends for whatever imagined harm we may have been accused of, certainly isn't it.
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[Recovering from her injuries had given Caitlyn plenty of time and opportunity to think of her crimes. Ironically, they weren't even crimes being shoved in her face here, in Aldrip.]
One of my ongoing theories has been that that's the point. It makes us think, work through our "crimes", so when we go home in that blink, like nothing really happened, those moments linger and help influence our future decisions.
[That didn't make it better, or even actually true, but it's certainly something she's pondered. She can't help but wonder if the fact that she had grown semi-civil with Jinx here had influenced her decision to finally let go of her anger with the other woman and let Vi break her out of prison.]
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As much as I hate to think all this could leave any real trace behind... I can't deny the possibility.
[If it can take them here, and if they are truly themselves and capable of being sent back... perhaps only leaving subconscious memories behind isn't beyond their captor's ability.]
But I refuse to think forcing us to stay here in this dangerous unpredictable place is anything like justice. Self-righteousness, perhaps.