Aye, that's tha one. [He looked amused for a second before shrugging. His tone said 'why should I?' when he continued.] Little bastard killed all tha birds that came prior to him.
They are good at protecting themselves. [Zichen makes an amused sound in his throat.] Since he likes birds, you should put out some chicken to catch him.
They're fierce little beasts fer their size. [He's actually smiling as he says it.] Ah, I laid out a trap fer him back at tha beginning. They ain't scared of anything. Had scratches all up and down me arms, hands.
He's fine where he is. He wants somethin', he'll come at me.
I was set ta wring his neck so I can't really blame him fer tha aversion ta me layin' hands on him.
[He had been close to doing it. He had the ermine in hand, head in one and body in the other, ready to snap its neck. He relented out of respect for its fearlessness. It had been cunning and it took time for Collins to capture it, and then it fought with all it could till the end.
Collins is still amazed to this day that he didn't kill it. Put it out of it misery. This wasn't much of a home for a wild animal. But he let it linger. He wouldn't show Zichen in a million years, but there was a little nest where he'd stuffed some soft materials into a low drawer on the desk. And the little creature took it over just as Collins had expected.]
You like all manner of beasts then, hmm? Suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Ya like monsters.
No, you mustn't. There might be a chance to let him go somewhere else. Being on this Barge isn't permanent for him either.
[Imagining a weasel paying the death toll is heartbreaking! And he would be very pleased if he knew of Collins's thoughtfulness. As it stands, he ends up frowning at the sudden shift in conversation.
Monsters? His lips are set in a thin, unhappy line.]
People can change and your visitor isn't a monster. He is merely acting according to his nature.
So you are still concerned about my situation. [He lets out a small exhale.] I killed him, as I told you. I am Daoist. I believe in relinquishing my hatred once justice has been seen to.
Well he should remain dead fer it ta mean anything! What's worse, ya've taken a shine ta him as if that's natural. Yer such a fuckin' idiot. It ain't natural at all!
[He'd seen it in the war first, prisoners forming unhealthy bonds with their captors. Then he'd learned to perfect it himself, using it as an art to torture his prey then make them fond of him for stopping as if he had taken pity on them. He told them some fake sob story to gain empathy. Worked like a charm. If they wouldn't speak from the torture, they would when a sympathetic bond was formed. He got what he needed from them, and then killed them, disposing of them like the broken trash that they were.]
That wasn't his fate. [Nor was it his. Zichen has no control of such things, so why pretend otherwise?] I allowed him a chance for redemption. He is the one who worked on transforming himself. He is the one who graduated.
[Their grief over Xiao Xingchen had brought them together, true, but their bond has grown over the passing months. Zichen has always been clear: if Xue Yang kills again (and it has nothing to do with defense) he will kill him.]
[He chuckled darkly.] And it doesn't bother you that some bastard with unnatural powers gets ta decide--arbitrarily I might add--when a person "finds redemption" here? As if a scorpion can change it's nature.
I knew he was ready for graduation long before it happened. [So he actually agreed with the Admiral on that one.] Nothing is perfect, but Xue Yang is not the man he was when he first arrived. I don't believe he will hurt anyone.
[There was something hurt and scared shining in the Butcher's eyes for the briefest of moments. Blink and you miss it.
That was not what he wanted, and he feared this place would have it's way with him despite his stubborn set. After all, he knew the affects of torture best of all.]
Keep lyin' to yerself, lad, and one day you'll believe it.
I do thank you for offering me advice. [There is a certain kindness in that; kindness that Zichen wants to encourage.] I know how bad he can be. Forgiveness isn't possible for the worst of his deeds, but.
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Lots of damn critters from tha previous nonsense. [He waved a hand at his room.] Still got one somewhere around here.
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He's around somewhere, hidin'. Ain't much in here, but he still finds places ta burrow anyway.
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He's fine where he is. He wants somethin', he'll come at me.
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He knows how to take care of himself. I would put out a bowl of water for him daily.
[That should be safe enough?]
It's difficult not to respect him. My little snake is quite a hunter too.
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I was set ta wring his neck so I can't really blame him fer tha aversion ta me layin' hands on him.
[He had been close to doing it. He had the ermine in hand, head in one and body in the other, ready to snap its neck. He relented out of respect for its fearlessness. It had been cunning and it took time for Collins to capture it, and then it fought with all it could till the end.
Collins is still amazed to this day that he didn't kill it. Put it out of it misery. This wasn't much of a home for a wild animal. But he let it linger. He wouldn't show Zichen in a million years, but there was a little nest where he'd stuffed some soft materials into a low drawer on the desk. And the little creature took it over just as Collins had expected.]
You like all manner of beasts then, hmm? Suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Ya like monsters.
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No, you mustn't. There might be a chance to let him go somewhere else. Being on this Barge isn't permanent for him either.
[Imagining a weasel paying the death toll is heartbreaking! And he would be very pleased if he knew of Collins's thoughtfulness. As it stands, he ends up frowning at the sudden shift in conversation.
Monsters? His lips are set in a thin, unhappy line.]
People can change and your visitor isn't a monster. He is merely acting according to his nature.
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[He'd seen it in the war first, prisoners forming unhealthy bonds with their captors. Then he'd learned to perfect it himself, using it as an art to torture his prey then make them fond of him for stopping as if he had taken pity on them. He told them some fake sob story to gain empathy. Worked like a charm. If they wouldn't speak from the torture, they would when a sympathetic bond was formed. He got what he needed from them, and then killed them, disposing of them like the broken trash that they were.]
It ain't natural. Just a lie bein' acted out.
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[Their grief over Xiao Xingchen had brought them together, true, but their bond has grown over the passing months. Zichen has always been clear: if Xue Yang kills again (and it has nothing to do with defense) he will kill him.]
He knows the punishment for lying.
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That's not his purview!
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That was not what he wanted, and he feared this place would have it's way with him despite his stubborn set. After all, he knew the affects of torture best of all.]
Keep lyin' to yerself, lad, and one day you'll believe it.
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We are moving on.
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That wasn't advice, fool. Yer too stupid a waste fer that.
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Zichen barely holds back a smile.]
Whether you think I'm stupid or not, you did think about me.
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Tha more I think about ya, tha more I hate ya.
[Grumble, grumble.]
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Suppose not. Fools can't help but ta be fools.
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As if it's not obvious?
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