[Steven shrinks back a bit, lowering his gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat. He wrings his hands and shakes his head.]
I just. [It's a design flaw of his. Maybe Marc made him this way or maybe this is just how Steven turned out. He always wants to see the best in people, even when he's confronted by the cold, hard truth that most people are deeply flawed.] I thought you could be a better man. [Random cruelty he can process better than someone wanting to torment people like this.] I-- hoped you were. I suppose.
[The only thing he could think of that might appease the Captain is to trade the people on board for bringing on even more people who want to go home. That won't do. Steven needs time to process all this... versioning and see what kind of bargaining chips he should bring to the table next time. There must be something else going on because if he really wanted a boat full of people who want to leave, he should be running Serena Guantanamo Bay, locking them up in cold, dark, tiny little cells, starving and beating them and unleashing a thousand wasps on them every night. Instead it's comfortable and the food is nice and the company is not too bad.]
Pratt, let's just. Go. [It's now or never for that waterslide, mate.]
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I just. [It's a design flaw of his. Maybe Marc made him this way or maybe this is just how Steven turned out. He always wants to see the best in people, even when he's confronted by the cold, hard truth that most people are deeply flawed.] I thought you could be a better man. [Random cruelty he can process better than someone wanting to torment people like this.] I-- hoped you were. I suppose.
[The only thing he could think of that might appease the Captain is to trade the people on board for bringing on even more people who want to go home. That won't do. Steven needs time to process all this... versioning and see what kind of bargaining chips he should bring to the table next time. There must be something else going on because if he really wanted a boat full of people who want to leave, he should be running Serena Guantanamo Bay, locking them up in cold, dark, tiny little cells, starving and beating them and unleashing a thousand wasps on them every night. Instead it's comfortable and the food is nice and the company is not too bad.]
Pratt, let's just. Go. [It's now or never for that waterslide, mate.]