gifts from the heart, AWWWW.

[requiresssacrifice]

Who: Rex Lewis, Ana Lewis, Odessa Wander, open to all
What: Rex has some going-away drinks after quitting his nursing gig and gifts his sister with a weapon.
Where: A low-key bar in Mog Hill and Ana's home in Syriac Well.
When: A few days after St. Kelley's.
Notes: I'll be tossing up two threads for Ana and Odessa, but if your character wants to run into Rex/has business with him and his engineering workshop which may or may not take weapons contracts, feel free to start a new thread. It can be anywhere/anytime, I'm flexible and can make up reasons for Rex about.
Warnings: N/A

Rex should never have been taken from the Barge. Certainly, he'd been making progress. He'd learned that mind control was, perhaps, not the best way to get things done (if only because it had ways of backfiring, and then he was left with the consequences), and that he couldn't always take care of a problem through blowing it up. He could even function in society (unlike many of the other inmates), put on a polite face and work a legal job out of the shadows, come home to a partner (who he didn't even feel the urge to dominate. Progress.) and a cat, of all things. Rex Lewis with a cat. How... normal.

But he wasn't ready to return to society. Rex could be... functional, but he hadn't been rehabilitated. For months, he'd been coasting along, but without any supervision, the slide back into old habits was simply inevitable. First, he began drafting up designs for Baedal-compatible weapons. Just as an intellectual exercise. Then, well, he might as well build a model or two. Just to see if he could. And now that he had a few successful (if less sophisticated than he was accustomed to) prototypes of pulse pistols under his belt, it would only be a matter of time before he decided to take his little operation to the next level.

Now, if only he could figure out how to begin production of his nanomites again. The limitations of this world were nothing short of infuriating.

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[followbutmyself]

Iago was quick to shake his head. "Rex...who wants to be redeemed? Who wants to go through that for a redemption process that is at best flawed and at worst dangerous?" He shrugged. "And what would you get out of it? A chance to be a warden? Or a chance to return home, to a life that you had been away from for years, to a time you had been away from for years, and you're supposed to make things better? Live your life?

"Maybe it works for those who graduate in the span of a few months. But not for me." He started walking away, though he slowed to make sure that Rex followed. "I became a warden to stall for more time. To be with you...and to give me time to think."

[requiresssacrifice]

"People who feel guilt," he ventured blandly, no real emotion behind those words. He wondered how close he'd come to redemption, himself, and if he was missing anything at all by leaving thoughts of it behind. Why work for it when he didn't have to?

Rex followed after Iago, then quickened his steps to match his pace. "If I'd graduated, what would you have done?"

[followbutmyself]

Iago shrugged. "I'm not certain." He was actually feeling a bit better after revealing what he did and the heavy ache in his chest was gone. He wanted a drink, or two, but he felt...good. "I'm not certain. That depends on what you would have done, Rex. If you had asked me to come with you, I would have. If you had asked me to stay, I would have gone home."

[requiresssacrifice]

"I would've asked you to come with me," he answered. "Unless I changed... dramatically, for some reason." After a beat, Rex looked at Iago, smirking a little. "So, in a way, this is almost like I've graduated. Not the ideal world, but the Admiral isn't one to keep his bargains, now is he."

Rex was quiet for a moment, then continued, his voice quieter. "Do you think we're here because the Admiral realized we were beyond 'hope'?"