The thing is, Harold is a 'sir', too. But that's only because Carver said he was. Bossie likes Harold but the man hasn't proved himself to Bossie the way Leah and Pope and Carver have.]
[ He smiles a bit, letting it be lop-sided and unpolished, trying to find a way to break some of the tension. ]
I'm sure I don't know. I'm awful at respecting authority in the first place. [ Thoughtfully: ] How many literally convicted traitors do you know?
[ Because Harold might imagine he is the only one. He isn't saying it directly, but he's well aware what his question implies. That used to be more secret information than it has any need to be now, and he's starting to get used to this freewheeling carelessness that comes with what feels like a life after death. Even if that death wasn't his. ]
[It works. Harold says he doesn't know and Bossie laughs softly, at himself, for thinking Harold must have it all figured out. But he's only human, isn't he?]
...Convicted traitors?
[An image in his mind of a man tied to a tree and burned alive. Left there, a sign over his head: Judas.]
[ Harold meant convicted through due process by the government, so he doesn't imagine the associations Bossie is making. ]
There you have it. I'm the perfect individual to practice on, then. I really didn't envision myself taking on any such role in the first place.
[ That's absolutely true. He and his team members respect one another's areas of expertise and pretty fluidly defer to one another in various matters. It just happens to be the case that Harold usually occupies the role of having the most information, so they defer to him often, but that's practicality and not authority. ]
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The thing is, Harold is a 'sir', too. But that's only because Carver said he was. Bossie likes Harold but the man hasn't proved himself to Bossie the way Leah and Pope and Carver have.]
Okay. Yeah. We can try that. What do I do?
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I'm sure I don't know. I'm awful at respecting authority in the first place. [ Thoughtfully: ] How many literally convicted traitors do you know?
[ Because Harold might imagine he is the only one. He isn't saying it directly, but he's well aware what his question implies. That used to be more secret information than it has any need to be now, and he's starting to get used to this freewheeling carelessness that comes with what feels like a life after death. Even if that death wasn't his. ]
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...Convicted traitors?
[An image in his mind of a man tied to a tree and burned alive. Left there, a sign over his head: Judas.]
None. Actually.
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There you have it. I'm the perfect individual to practice on, then. I really didn't envision myself taking on any such role in the first place.
[ That's absolutely true. He and his team members respect one another's areas of expertise and pretty fluidly defer to one another in various matters. It just happens to be the case that Harold usually occupies the role of having the most information, so they defer to him often, but that's practicality and not authority. ]
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What'd you do that made you a traitor?