"She makes sense to me. She would've done really well in my world." Malcolm wouldn't. Malcolm is pre-virus emotions, pre-virus priorities. It's hard for Jesus to connect with old world people now, something he's disappointed to have learned.
"You've survived some horrible things." He's not discounting that. "But you're reactive in ways that get people killed where I'm from. We're just from different worlds. Literally and figuratively."
"No. Just let them have a vote. Take them into consideration. It's not a post apocalyptic hellscape here. Try living in a community and not a refugee camp," Malcolm offers. "I don't make my decisions with my emotions, either, but it looks like I do to you because you think having a single emotion is going to get everyone killed. Guess what? I've been here a year and it doesn't."
"Uh, Avalon doesn't feel anything, so no it isn't. And Will killed Avalon in a preemptive bid to protect himself, which sounds very your world, from what I've heard," Malcolm muses.
“And yet Will feels everything,” Malcolm says. “His feelings, everyone else’s. Sometimes he can’t even tell the two apart. Maybe emotions aren’t the factor in that delineation that you think they are.”
"I feel everything, too. I feel things, Malcolm. I'm not afraid of my feelings, I just don't let them run my decisions. When did you talk to Avalon last?"
Malcolm presses his lips together, then leans back in his chair a bit.
“I wasn’t suggesting you don’t feel things.”
He laces his fingers together, tapping one index finger against the knuckle of the opposite hand beneath it.
“Okay. I saw them the day after they attacked Will the last time. They came to this office for counselling. I told them I was willing to help them, but they couldn’t attack Will anymore. They seemed fine with that then, but then they never came back.”
“That was the last time. Not the only time. And I’m not the only person I know who’s spoken to them. But it wouldn’t really be ethical to go into details I learned in therapy, so that’s all you get,” Malcolm tells him.
He has doubts that anyone on the Barge can't feel anything, but considering what Avalon did to Will it probably makes things much easier to believe they can't. That he's the sort of sick they're used to from their respective homes.
“Elim Rawne. If you want to know how Avalon… perceives, ask Avalon. They went after Will because he has an abundance of emotionality and they lost theirs,” Malcolm replies.
“Certainly. That’s why I offered to help them. But that doesn’t justify torturing people to death. They were warned about that. But they have a weak Warden, so I don’t know if anything will change,” Malcolm observes.
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And that feels too much like therapy so he sits up a little more. "Anyway. That's all I came here for."
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“I wasn’t suggesting you don’t feel things.”
He laces his fingers together, tapping one index finger against the knuckle of the opposite hand beneath it.
“Okay. I saw them the day after they attacked Will the last time. They came to this office for counselling. I told them I was willing to help them, but they couldn’t attack Will anymore. They seemed fine with that then, but then they never came back.”
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"Who's their warden now, do you know?"
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