WHO: Cavil, Lassiter, and Shawn (?)
WHERE: The interrogation room at the super prison
WHEN: Midday, January 20th
WARNINGS: Not sure! Will add as needed.
SUMMARY: Cavil is interrogated about his crimes.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph. Feel free to do whichever!
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you cannot kill what you did not create )
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He arrived into the room late in his usual casual lazy gear and was slurping noodles from a paper box. He waved his pinky finger at Lassie before turning all attention to old guy Cavil.
"You having fun?" He asked him casually.
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He leaned back, taking a moment to size Shawn up, wondering if there were a strategy at play, something he couldn't quite see. It didn't take long for him to dismiss it. Nine times out of ten, Cavil preferred to think of his opponents as idiots, and usually, in his ever humble opinion, he wasn't disappointed.
"Barrels of fun," he said, giving a thin smile before turning back to Lassiter. He made sure to keep Shawn in his vision. "Trying to bring me tirelessly, yes, I'm sure. I take it, then, that he's been quiet about our first encounter."
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Was rolling.
On the table.
First, Cavil felt mild alarm. Then, confusion. Then, aggravation, because he was talking here, and he had very important things to say about how they were letting a blood-thirsty psychopath out onto the field. Whether intentional or not, the behavior was quite obviously throwing Cavil off balance. He clenched his jaw. "What?"
Really, what else was there to say?
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"Officer Saitou--" Shawn began dramatically, taking a drag from an invisible cigarette and flicking his wrist at Cavil. "Apprehended Cavil months ago, but Palpatine here wouldn't go in quietly."
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Again, he gave a: "What?" And then: "I'm not--"
He threw a look at Lassiter who, while still his enemy, at least appeared to have a measure of sanity. "Is there a point to this?"
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"Yes, well," he said, looking from Shawn back to Lassiter. "As a matter of fact, someone did die. Me." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And at least half of that blame, if not all of it, rests on your fellow officer."
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