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[forensicks]

"A stroke killed me," Walter says, academically, sipping his tea. Malcolm's words are consistent with many accounts on the barge... and reinforce many of Walter's suspicions, that community enmeshment is the real goal, Pyotr's insistence that the deaths might even be staged.

"And my predisposition to that is pertinent to my plans. I had that kid Hunter run a checkup on me and write it up. I'll be messaging him if there are any medical injuries or issues, see if the results stay the same. Especially if I manage to avoid outright dying here, like you."

[abrightboy]

“I also haven’t killed anyone,” Malcolm comments with another casual sip.

[forensicks]

"Have you inflicted grevious bodily harm?" Ohoho, answer to that might be interesting.

[abrightboy]

He considers that.

“Here or at home?” he clarifies.

[forensicks]

Walter raises his eyebrows and licks his lips as he sips the tea. No clarification! It is his turn to be piercing and weird!

[abrightboy]

Malcolm sips his tea and waits patiently. He assumes Walter is thinking it over.

[forensicks]

Given this silence Walter supposes he might seem unengaging being silent when it was, strictly speaking, a question. "Here." It's what's fair. Walter did say hand to god he hadn't killed anyone here.

[abrightboy]

"Some street thugs that tried to kill me a few ports ago. I put a knife in one's lungs - his own knife - and shot another in the shoulder with his own gun. ...I also killed a bunch of zombies in another port. Do zombies count? They're not technically alive," Malcolm says.

[forensicks]

"I wouldn't be surprised if an inmate showed up one day who claimed to be a zombie and very offended about it," Walter riffs, though his tone suggests he accepts the notion that Malcolm was sure they were classical unintelligent zombies. He's basing it off bits and pieces from Shaun and Maggie, whom he didn't know were connected to each other for that matter.

"You really did that? And it was okay?" He's the one looking with new eyes now - wondering where Malcolm carries his weapons or if it looks like he took them off to chill out in the cabin. "Port residents wouldn't be revived or magically healed." It's pretty bold. Self defense, sure, but he thinks some inmates have presented as overzealous vigilantes, like Trevor had been.

[abrightboy]

“I only put the knife in one of his lungs and that space station had back alley doctors aplenty. I’m sure he was fine. …Unless a secondary infection got him, but you can’t really put that on me when he put that knife in my leg first,” Malcolm points out reasonably.

[forensicks]

"If you're sure..." Malcolm sounds so matter of fact about it. The way Walter did when he committed his crime, before he knew he was caught. Should he be so at peace with himself? Is that really the answer?

Walter picks up his cup with both hands and sips it as he stares out that window. He's not yet gone to port and he's got the sobriety dreaming didn't have and the enclosure is always external to his thoughts unlike breaches are supposed to be. The light is nice but as an inmate it's not something he can control himself. "I was so fascinated by that story because... Nothing like that ever happened to me."

He doesn't mean to inflect it at, but subtly he does.

[abrightboy]

“What do you mean? You’ve never been physically attacked before?” Malcolm clarifies.

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"There was never really a moment another person caused me to fear for my life. Or my dignity." He looks the opposite direction of the window again and starts using the telekinesis to pull the dagger back towards him from the knife block.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm plucks it from the air by the handle just to see if he can.

[forensicks]

He's specifically sliding it across the counter and table as much as the trajectory allows. The dagger slides a lot faster once Malcolm's fingertips graze against it. However a decisive lunge and grip will pin the weapon in place for the moment, whether against a surface or midair. Then what!

[abrightboy]

When it keeps moving, he indeed makes a more forceful grab for it. Once it's in his grasp he looks over at Walter.

"Can you pull it out of my hand?" he asks. "Or are you in trouble if the person attacking you gets their hands on it?"

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Walter gives a crooked smile and glances sideways to the open area of the room. "You have a funny way of showing that you care, don't you?"

The knife nudges in Malcolm's grip for a moment, as if this would be as difficult as pulling Malcolm's entire body by the wrist. Then it slams forward, professional baseball pitch speed, and stabs straight into the floor.

Whether it's held during all this is, strictly speaking, up to Malcolm.

[abrightboy]

"It's more morbid curiosity," Malcolm tells him. "If you've never been physically threatened, why did you kill someone?"

[forensicks]

"I didn't say that. I just very heavily implied it with, never killed anyone here.'

[abrightboy]

“Also it was the part you didn’t argue with when I talked about what you enjoy in a murder. Are we going to keep playing or are we going to talk for real? Or do you think I don’t understand?”

He takes a knife from the block and flings it so it lands next to the dagger, tip embedded in the floor.

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"You've got a real arm on you," Walter says, his hands in his lap, body still turned a bit towards the two blades. Then, focused:

"I want you to tell me when somebody writes in my ledger. That's my big crisis management plan, why I came here today. So okay, I could tell you on those terms."

[abrightboy]

“So I guess I’d have to remember to check the ledger sometimes, but I can do that.” He doesn’t think it’s that secret. He views it as a sort of gossip. “Deal.”

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"I get that the ledger isn't a big deal most of the time, but I'm going kind of crazy not knowing for sure..."

Walter's face is serious as he says:

"I have a friend who's very important to me and happened to be less fortunate than I was. There was a small risk they'd be killed and a big risk they'd be hurt if nobody intervened. So, I did."

[abrightboy]

“Intervened in what? A violent attack? A love triangle? Blackmail?” So many possibilities.

[forensicks]

"Keeping the what secret is pretty important to me, just on principle," he says. "So, sure, let's go with the umbrella of blackmail. I wasn't acting in immediate defense of their life."