Mar. 12th, 2011

irrelevant: (I lie to Batman)
We were in basic together, on the same Away for a while. After the Tear, he was the only one I knew from before.

I never liked him much; pretty sure he hated my guts. Pulled his ass out of a sling a few times. He returned the favor. I didn’t have to like him.

“She was somebody’s kid,” I told him. “She had Proof of Life.”

He shrugged and swallowed the beer in his mouth. “Synth’s a Synth. You know that.” He turned his head to look at me, smiling, his kind of half smile that wrenched his scars into weird shapes. “Come on, Mag,” he said. “You know I wouldn’t fuck you over unless I had to.”

His elbow was on the bar, on a cleaner ring. He cocked his head and I looked at him, his crop, the skin tags... he was still GOV.

“You believe me, right?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I believe you.”

I shot him.

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