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 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."
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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."
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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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