I've left behind this little fact

[bestmachine]

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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[bestmachine]

"Brother Cavil," he corrected. Even in this situation, he had the ability to make his voice sound light. Nonchalant, almost. It was his aim. "That's a title in my universe for people with particularly strong ties with the gods."

He punctuated the word 'gods' with a casual, downward prod at the table. He was always gesturing. Even with the handcuffs, he was gesturing.

"Are you a religious man, Detective...?" He tilted his head just slightly, eyes narrowed, as though routing around in his memory. He wasn't. "I'm sorry. I don't believe I've caught your name."

[bestmachine]

Nine months ago, the answer would have been a laughing, no, I'm not from your world, but by now, Cavil knew a passing amount of Earth history. "Yes," he said, although the hesitation in his voice indicated that it was only a vague 'yes.' He furrowed his brow. "Something about triggering a racial apocalypse. Creating a cult of personality through murder. Truly, a despicable individual."

For a machine who loved irony, this sailed right over his head.

"Then again," he said, "the gods have been known to act despicably, and we are made in their image, so they say." He gave a slight smile. A private joke. "I can't speak of his 'psychotic delusions of granduer.' I can assure you, at least, that I know what I am."

[shawnedium]

Shawn was out getting Chinese food. He rarely got involved in interrogations. Most of the time, Shawn was in fact on the other side of the table being interrogated. He knew Lassie could do a good job on making people crack. Still, he also owed it to the police force to do some help that wasn't sitting on Lassie's desk or teaching Pete how to pick up girls.

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.

[bestmachine]

Wonderful, he thought. Another officer.

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."