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[ The humor has all gone out of her now, memories of the war too fresh and far too close to the surface for her. ]
Why are humans so stupid? [ It's a purely rhetorical question born of the sad reality of their lives- though if he has any genuine insight, she'd love to hear it ] How is it so goddamned hard to just treat people decently and let them live their lives?
Why are humans so stupid? [ It's a purely rhetorical question born of the sad reality of their lives- though if he has any genuine insight, she'd love to hear it ] How is it so goddamned hard to just treat people decently and let them live their lives?
[ kovacs wants to see it but he doesn't. he's pretty much desensitized to death in all forms but watching someone drained of everything in them doesn't sound pleasant. ]
but he came back.
how the fuck is that even possible without a new sleeve to dump in him?
[ it's a hypothetical question more than anything. ]
but he came back.
how the fuck is that even possible without a new sleeve to dump in him?
[ it's a hypothetical question more than anything. ]
Fair point.
[ She gives a little lift of her glass toward him in acknowledge before taking a sip. Smaller this time, because she really should be able to walk back to her room at some point. ]
Tell me something about yourself, Miller. Something that defines who you are as a person, whoever that may be.
[ She gives a little lift of her glass toward him in acknowledge before taking a sip. Smaller this time, because she really should be able to walk back to her room at some point. ]
Tell me something about yourself, Miller. Something that defines who you are as a person, whoever that may be.
[ he narrows his eyes. ] What are you, a shrink?
[ but then he's letting out a wobbly sigh anyway in preparation for what's apparently become sharing time. he picks his hat up off the bar and puts it on his head, leaving the gun sitting there. ]
I used to be a cop, on Ceres. I thought that's all there was. Take a bribe, go to work, arrest some scumbags, drink a bottle of scotch and pass out on my couch. I thought that was living.
[ no wonder everyone thought he was suicidal. ]
That enough of a downer for you?
[ but then he's letting out a wobbly sigh anyway in preparation for what's apparently become sharing time. he picks his hat up off the bar and puts it on his head, leaving the gun sitting there. ]
I used to be a cop, on Ceres. I thought that's all there was. Take a bribe, go to work, arrest some scumbags, drink a bottle of scotch and pass out on my couch. I thought that was living.
[ no wonder everyone thought he was suicidal. ]
That enough of a downer for you?
Wait there.
( Clary is a woman of action, and so she strides over to where the replicators are, her back to Miller. It takes a while, and she definitely ends up smacking the machine at one point, but eventually she manages to get a glass full of ice-blocks.
They're not clear, so she doesn't want to think about what is actually frozen. Then she's grabbing something from a stack of abandoned scraps, heading back to the table. The fabric - probably one of the many abandoned shirts that have littered the station - she places in front of her, the ice she tumbles out on top. Then she rolls it into a bundle and hands it to Miller. )
Hold this to them. It'll help with the pain.
( Clary is a woman of action, and so she strides over to where the replicators are, her back to Miller. It takes a while, and she definitely ends up smacking the machine at one point, but eventually she manages to get a glass full of ice-blocks.
They're not clear, so she doesn't want to think about what is actually frozen. Then she's grabbing something from a stack of abandoned scraps, heading back to the table. The fabric - probably one of the many abandoned shirts that have littered the station - she places in front of her, the ice she tumbles out on top. Then she rolls it into a bundle and hands it to Miller. )
Hold this to them. It'll help with the pain.
[ A shrink, ha. Though she does have quite a bit of experience in getting inside people's heads. Well, kind of the other way around, actually, but the end result is still the same. She knows way too much about how most people work - it's why she so enjoys meeting people who don't follow the usual formulas.
She gives a little shrug, taking only brief notice of the gun and instead appreciating the hat. ]
The fact that you were a cop says you at one point wanted to do something. Keep people safe, stop corruption, take care of crime on the streets - there was something. Police don't have an easy time of it, even if they're the taking bribes sort. Which that tells me that it was normal for people on Ceres to do things like that, but you did still arrest people, so you've got some sort of moral code you live by.
It doesn't sound like a terrible way to live.
[ She can certainly think of worse ways. Pointing toward the hat, she adds: ] It looks good on you.
She gives a little shrug, taking only brief notice of the gun and instead appreciating the hat. ]
The fact that you were a cop says you at one point wanted to do something. Keep people safe, stop corruption, take care of crime on the streets - there was something. Police don't have an easy time of it, even if they're the taking bribes sort. Which that tells me that it was normal for people on Ceres to do things like that, but you did still arrest people, so you've got some sort of moral code you live by.
It doesn't sound like a terrible way to live.
[ She can certainly think of worse ways. Pointing toward the hat, she adds: ] It looks good on you.
[ he watches her over his shoulder, confused, but in no position to stop her either. when he sees the "ice" appear, well, it's touching actually. he reaches his arm across to take the ice pack and holds it against his side. he has to close his eyes for a second as the cold intensifies the pain, but then the spot steadily starts to go numb and he's blinking his eyes open again. ]
...Thanks, kid. [ he doesn't get u but whatever ]
...Thanks, kid. [ he doesn't get u but whatever ]
It wasn't. Not for a while. Me and my best pal Sema, we... we became cops together, ranked up together, were partners as detectives. This was his hat.
[ miller takes it off his head and dusts it off though there's nothing on it, looking it over. ]
It's a stupid hat, but he loved it. Just showed up here one day, like I'd left it on the bar.
[ miller takes it off his head and dusts it off though there's nothing on it, looking it over. ]
It's a stupid hat, but he loved it. Just showed up here one day, like I'd left it on the bar.
[ Was. Past tense. She'd bet that things took a turn for the worse in his life when that past tense started. ]
I'm sorry this place is using those memories against you, but I'm glad you have it again. And personally, I think it's a great hat. Fedoras are classic. People like Frank Sinatra and Indiana Jones always wore fedoras.
[ Nevermind that he probably doesn't know who those people are. ]
I'm sorry this place is using those memories against you, but I'm glad you have it again. And personally, I think it's a great hat. Fedoras are classic. People like Frank Sinatra and Indiana Jones always wore fedoras.
[ Nevermind that he probably doesn't know who those people are. ]
[ he gives her an odd look because - yeah no he doesn't know those people. he's betting they're old earth pop references though, and sometimes he gets those. he's been known to watch classic movies sometimes himself, especially when insomnia kicked in. ]
Belters don't have any need for hats, there's no weather on a space station. Sematimba used to say it helped him keep his head, though.
Belters don't have any need for hats, there's no weather on a space station. Sematimba used to say it helped him keep his head, though.
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