Shady

“Yes, sir.” Was she supposed to offer a hand to shake? She wasn’t sure. Aleth wasn’t here to copy. “Mr. Rand?”

“Agreed,” he said. “Rash decisions have a high probability of being a mistake.”

(Aww good pupper) Ky was anxious about the prospects of being on her own in this giant place either locked in like a prison or watched like a criminal. But. ...

“He is,” Pratik agreed. “I can’t envision him doing anything rashly. It’s always contemplated first… at least as far as I can tell. He’s very careful.”

“Oh, I have no doubt he’s punished others in that time, probably personally. I just mean that not every misdeed lands your head as decoration. Your crime against humanity has ...

(Okay! Rest up ^^)

“I mean, I only see the one head up there,” Pratik pointed out. “I’m sure he’s not the only one who’s done wrong the past few months.”

(Sounds good to me! Feel free to start with whoever, I don’t know what degrees of freedom they’d have at this point lol)

“I understand.” Pratik nodded thoughtfully. He didn’t agree. Not by a long shot. But he understood. It took a certain inner brutality to stomach violence.

(Where you wanna skip to then? Individual interviews? Or something else?)

Pratik cringed. “I’m glad Ash took his head.”

They watched her go, then exchanged a quick glance, then settled for looking at literally anything else. They weren’t allowed to chitchat in front of Aleth — the needless chatter ...

“Whew!” Pratik shook his head, glaring slightly. “I can’t imagine.”

“Yes’m.” Ky ducked her head.

“I don’t think she’d had a master before Tarr,” he said. “So however long she was in the cage for. I don’t know. I try… not poke things like that.”