} 023 - [VIDEO] - From Level Zero. AGAIN.

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda is, as the title says, sitting on a cot in a cell in Level 0. What else is new? This time her left hand is bandaged, but aside from that she looks none the worse for wear. She actually managed to sneak a shower in before getting caught, and tricked Angelica into letting her change into clean clothes, so she's not even the tiniest bit bloody

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[whattheytellyou]

[Sarah just leans back slightly and raises an eyebrow at her inmate. Her tone is calm, but cold.]

I'm not trying to unsettle you, Amanda.

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[creatingalegacy]

Then why waste your time watching me? Afraid I'm going to teleport away when you're not looking?

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[whattheytellyou]

Am I making you uncomfortable?

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[creatingalegacy]

Not particularly, but you're making yourself look ridiculous. Sitting here won't un-kill that fucking pig.

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[whattheytellyou]

[She purses her lips.]

You've got me there.

[She makes no move to leave, however.]

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[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda reclines more against the wall and continues to smirk.]

So, what is it you want? What's your grand prize for rushing me through "rehabilitation" and getting me the hell out of here?

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[whattheytellyou]

Funding for my research.

[Unlike the other wardens, she has no problem sharing this information.]

I study predators. Maybe that's why the Admiral thought we would be a good match.

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[creatingalegacy]

[She grins.]

I hate to break it to you, but you're not going to fulfill your deal with me. I'm not going to open up when you pretend to care, just so you can go through the motions for your precious research.

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[whattheytellyou]

The two aren't mutually exclusive, you know.

[She leans back once more, resting her head against the wall.]

I can get paid and still care about the task I've been given.

[A pause.]

It's really important to you that I care, isn't it?

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[creatingalegacy]

[Okay, that one touched on a nerve. She replies just a touch snappishly.]

I don't give a shit if you care or not...just know that I'm not stupid enough to think you do. You're here to get paid and go home.

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[whattheytellyou]

[She's silent for a moment, paying attention to Amanda's tone.]

You know, it'd be a lot easier for me to quit and rely on the same benefactors and research grants I have been for the past six years to get the money I need. A hell of a lot easier.

Maybe that's a small distinction to you, but I'd rather stay here and tough out the headaches and the bullshit than take the easy road home.

[Shrug.]

So yes, Amanda. I care. You need help. I care.

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[creatingalegacy]

["Help" is a touchy word for her. John unintentionally set up a lot of triggers in her.]

You care? Great. Because I don't give a fuck, and I don't need whatever fuckin' help you could provide.

[She looks to be on the verge of snarling.]

So go back to your grants and benefactors. It's the only way you're getting those goddamn funds.

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[whattheytellyou]

[Calmly.]

I'm not going anywhere. How many times do you want to have this conversation?

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[creatingalegacy]

As many times as it takes to get it through your thick skull.

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[whattheytellyou]

[With a touch of amusement:]

So what do I have to do to convince you that I care and I'm not leaving?

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[creatingalegacy]

What part of it doesn't fuckin' matter if you care do you not understand, you dumb bitch?