[No one gets yelled at, and no one gets punished, and no one disappears. Zero for three. Also, the small but constant possibility of Manticore memories, histories, relapses and overlappings. Not safe from the thing even after it's unmade. But he's asked, in his backhanded way, and far be it from Anya to keep information from - well. Not anyone. But the sum of a friend and and ally which is more than its parts.]
It's a place outside the world. Yours, mine, anyone's.
[He will, she thinks, not be entirely shocked by the implication that she is from a different one, even if it necessarily raises more questions than it answers.]
The guy in charge collects people who fucked up and died, gives them another chance and keeps them captive until they have their heads screwed on a little straighter. I was one. Now I help save the new generation from themselves for room and board and the occasional broadly defined wish.
It does fuck with your head quite a bit but - in a way that lets you see more, instead of less.
[private]
[No one gets yelled at, and no one gets punished, and no one disappears. Zero for three. Also, the small but constant possibility of Manticore memories, histories, relapses and overlappings. Not safe from the thing even after it's unmade. But he's asked, in his backhanded way, and far be it from Anya to keep information from - well. Not anyone. But the sum of a friend and and ally which is more than its parts.]
It's a place outside the world. Yours, mine, anyone's.
[He will, she thinks, not be entirely shocked by the implication that she is from a different one, even if it necessarily raises more questions than it answers.]
The guy in charge collects people who fucked up and died, gives them another chance and keeps them captive until they have their heads screwed on a little straighter. I was one. Now I help save the new generation from themselves for room and board and the occasional broadly defined wish.
It does fuck with your head quite a bit but - in a way that lets you see more, instead of less.