He's watching, even as he walks in. He's watching, even when it seems like he's not. John might seem disinterested or distant, but he's sharp. Focused. Taking everything in at a glance. The chameleon, trying to blend where it suits him. And right now, it suits him to be quiet and peaceful.
He walks over to one of the tables, making a space for himself and starts to gather pencils and paper.
"I was just a lawyer, like I said," he says absently, settling into a chair. "But I had a knack for getting secrets. Anything I needed to win a case, I'd have. Judge sleeping with his assistant? He was mine in the morning. Senator embezzling money? Suddenly I had all the funding I needed. Sex. Drugs. Alcohol. Sin. It all circles back to that. I knew everyone's sins. I'd cut them open and the secrets would spill onto the floor."
But John was only good at that because he doesn't exist. Because he is who he has to be. Because he has no sense of self. The job didn't do it to him; he came that way after a long life of abuse.
Still, they're talking about work. He'll keep the topic about work.
And Warren? Just spent the last week or so being inside the mind, the skin, of the man who did it to him. Who convinced him that was the way to go. The path for him. The best route. The way to see his bigger picture realized, to change the world.
"I did that too. Think that came up the first time we talked. The being a lawyer? Part of... all of it. The law was the first path. The rest? Were if that didn't work."
He goes to the middle of the room.
"Place is your oyster today. I know... a lot of art. Craft. Music. You name it."
He nods. He remembers telling him about being a lawyer, but the rest? Fuck. He's getting sloppy. Still, Warren seems to be dealing with his own shit, so he doesn't mind.
"I can stay here a while," he assures him, making himself comfortable at the table with his pencils, pushing his sleeves up. "Until you need to go elsewhere. Like I said - peace and quiet is good. I don't need any adventures today. And unless they need me in custodial, I have nowhere I need to be."
Warren shakes his head and wanders over to some of the paper, grabs a few pencils, and takes up a spot where he can draw. He’s going to start sketching out what is clearly some sort of schematic, notes, a few other things. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention to John.
John doesn't have to be watched to feel watched. But he's not doing anything particularly nefarious at the moment. He's sketching out a rather large church by memory, so it's not as realistic as he might like, but he's a good artist and meticulous enough to make it recognizable. Warren might see it as Notre-Dame after a while if he takes a closer look, though it's the Notre-Dame of the 15th century.
Eventually, he sits back.
"You graduated, didn't you? Found your redemption?" He doesn't take his eyes off of his paper.
He considers that. Tilts his head back and forth. Frowns. Then nods.
"Admitting that choices I thought were objective were really subjective. That what felt cold. clear. logical. The only response to the world and all it's ugly. Stupid. Hateful. Selfish. Awfulness.
He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat and resists the thing he wants to say. "And that was the most difficult." he says. "Wrath, disguised as Logic." Recalling what they had discussed earlier.
"Wrath. Envy. Pride. A kind of Sloth, to be very honest."
He won't hide any of then. Won't pretend they're not a part, that he's above something like that. He isn't, and he wasn't, and he won't repeat that mistake.
"The anger I told you about. Covetousness, at the happiness. The wholeness. The chances people were handed. Chances I had to build from the ground up. Pay for with blood. Pride. The idea that my path was the best one. The right one. Enough to make other people pay. With their lives. Their blood. Their hopes. Their dreams. Their ambitions."
He looks over at John.
"And Sloth... because I left the decisions up to someone else. I followed... because that's? easier. When you believe in someone, in something, so much that you're nothing-
"Being someone. Living with it. That responsibility. I gave it up in tearing myself apart. In being 'nothing'."
John looks back down to his paper. Decides on something else and slides the Notre-Dame to the side. He doesn't have a model or any sort of reference, so he sketches to sketch as Warren talks. Lines that become form. The beginnings of a hand, just something to occupy his time.
When he looks up again, there's nothing but that faint amusement again. He's blank because he both is and isn't self aware enough to see the connections. He might be able to draw the same conclusions, but he has no willingness to change it. There's no drive to make it better.
So he goes back to sketching. "A secular viewing of sloth, but a creative one," he tells him softly. "And now? You're not nothing. Are you something?"
"Not secular," he says with a shake of his head, "because after all: who made me a person? Who gave me a life? And there I was, giving it up, making it less, taking my hand to His creation."
He doesn't talk about his own feelings on religion, spirituality, the universe and how it works.
To the question, though, he nods.
"I am. I'm something I never thought I'd ever be again."
"No, no. I mean the secular definition of Sloth itself," he says, but he doesn't protest it farther than that. He just stills his pencil for a moment, surprised at even the mention of a higher power. Most people avoid the subject, even if Warren's not speaking to his own thoughts.
That kind of belief was how he believed in Marcus Cutter.
And he's not talking about that now. Not yet.
"Because being a warden is the only reason I chose to be here at all. I accepted an offer to be an inmate. To live. Because it meant I could get back the only thing worth living for. If I hadn't?
And that's when John feels something for him that he hasn't felt for anyone else aboard - genuine pity. While John would do what he could to save his brothers, it would be under duress. It wouldn't be something he would want. Furthermore, he doesn't believe it would be something that Joseph or Jacob would want from him.
To be put in that position would be actual hell for John. At least in this way, he can dig his feet in and not progress because he doesn't have to.
"Ah," he says softly. "And then what? When you have her back?"
He doesn't even ask about the other - it's not exactly a secret. John's been in his cabin, he's seen the sweatshirts that are definitely not in Warren's wardrobe draped across the back of chairs. He's seen the posts. He doesn't have to guess. There are people he pays attention to and the two other lawyers are in his periphery.
"A unit has to have a leader," he tells him instead. "So who is it? You?"
"Colonel Warren Kepler," he adds, as he hasn't used his title much before. "Paramilitary. Head of Strategic Intelligence. And the leader of our group."
He's reasonably certain that even after Jacobi graduates, even with the two of them in a relationship, he's still more than likely going to be somewhat in charge.
John nods. "My brother Jacob's the only one of us with any rank, but it's Joseph who leads us. He'll always lead us. He found us, brought the three of us back together after we were scattered." He makes idle marks on the side of his new page, just small doodles as he speaks.
"I found them," he says with a dip of his head, "recruited them. Made us... us."
But he doesn't lean any further into it. Doesn't ask about his brothers. Doesn't try to push on how they're similar. He just answers, and leans back with his eyes closed.
John nods. "Then it's only right you should put in the work to bring everyone together again, isn't it?" he wonders, making it sound like a question, even though it isn't. Even though it sounds - almost accusatory.
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Date: 2021-10-26 03:19 am (UTC)He walks over to one of the tables, making a space for himself and starts to gather pencils and paper.
"I was just a lawyer, like I said," he says absently, settling into a chair. "But I had a knack for getting secrets. Anything I needed to win a case, I'd have. Judge sleeping with his assistant? He was mine in the morning. Senator embezzling money? Suddenly I had all the funding I needed. Sex. Drugs. Alcohol. Sin. It all circles back to that. I knew everyone's sins. I'd cut them open and the secrets would spill onto the floor."
But John was only good at that because he doesn't exist. Because he is who he has to be. Because he has no sense of self. The job didn't do it to him; he came that way after a long life of abuse.
Still, they're talking about work. He'll keep the topic about work.
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Date: 2021-10-26 04:04 am (UTC)Warren's been.
And Warren? Just spent the last week or so being inside the mind, the skin, of the man who did it to him. Who convinced him that was the way to go. The path for him. The best route. The way to see his bigger picture realized, to change the world.
"I did that too. Think that came up the first time we talked. The being a lawyer? Part of... all of it. The law was the first path. The rest? Were if that didn't work."
He goes to the middle of the room.
"Place is your oyster today. I know... a lot of art. Craft. Music. You name it."
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Date: 2021-10-26 11:34 am (UTC)"I can stay here a while," he assures him, making himself comfortable at the table with his pencils, pushing his sleeves up. "Until you need to go elsewhere. Like I said - peace and quiet is good. I don't need any adventures today. And unless they need me in custodial, I have nowhere I need to be."
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Date: 2021-10-26 04:03 pm (UTC)He doesn’t expect John to believe that.
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Date: 2021-10-26 09:57 pm (UTC)Eventually, he sits back.
"You graduated, didn't you? Found your redemption?" He doesn't take his eyes off of his paper.
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Date: 2021-10-26 10:05 pm (UTC)"I did. Not that long ago. Though. It feels like it's been longer some days."
Usually when he's angry and wants to do something stupid and knows that now, it's his responsibility not to.
"And I'm happy to talk about it. Deep as it goes."
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Date: 2021-10-26 10:52 pm (UTC)"What was the most difficult piece?" he wonders.
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Date: 2021-10-27 01:10 am (UTC)"Admitting that choices I thought were objective were really subjective. That what felt cold. clear. logical. The only response to the world and all it's ugly. Stupid. Hateful. Selfish. Awfulness.
"Wasn't. It's just the choice I made."
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Date: 2021-10-27 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-10-27 01:38 am (UTC)He won't hide any of then. Won't pretend they're not a part, that he's above something like that. He isn't, and he wasn't, and he won't repeat that mistake.
"The anger I told you about. Covetousness, at the happiness. The wholeness. The chances people were handed. Chances I had to build from the ground up. Pay for with blood. Pride. The idea that my path was the best one. The right one. Enough to make other people pay. With their lives. Their blood. Their hopes. Their dreams. Their ambitions."
He looks over at John.
"And Sloth... because I left the decisions up to someone else. I followed... because that's? easier. When you believe in someone, in something, so much that you're nothing-
"Being someone. Living with it. That responsibility. I gave it up in tearing myself apart. In being 'nothing'."
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Date: 2021-10-27 01:46 am (UTC)When he looks up again, there's nothing but that faint amusement again. He's blank because he both is and isn't self aware enough to see the connections. He might be able to draw the same conclusions, but he has no willingness to change it. There's no drive to make it better.
So he goes back to sketching. "A secular viewing of sloth, but a creative one," he tells him softly. "And now? You're not nothing. Are you something?"
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Date: 2021-10-27 01:54 am (UTC)He doesn't talk about his own feelings on religion, spirituality, the universe and how it works.
To the question, though, he nods.
"I am. I'm something I never thought I'd ever be again."
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Date: 2021-10-27 02:05 am (UTC)"An interesting redemption."
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Date: 2021-10-27 02:30 am (UTC)"An interesting take," he says back, "not that it doesn't make sense. I don't come off like a man who believes in God."
But he shakes that off.
"Took about two and a half years."
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Date: 2021-10-27 03:18 am (UTC)There's believing in God and there's - what John does. What John is. Their religion is distinct. Different.
"Why a warden? Why stay?"
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Date: 2021-10-27 03:25 am (UTC)And he's not talking about that now. Not yet.
"Because being a warden is the only reason I chose to be here at all. I accepted an offer to be an inmate. To live. Because it meant I could get back the only thing worth living for. If I hadn't?
I would have been content. to stay dead."
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Date: 2021-10-27 03:32 am (UTC)No one else. No thing else. There is nothing in John's life worth this turmoil save Joseph and Jacob.
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Date: 2021-10-27 03:34 am (UTC)"Exactly. Maxwell. The one this is for?
"She's all the family I have. All I'd ever need."
And he's getting her back. For him? For them. For her.
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Date: 2021-10-27 11:10 am (UTC)To be put in that position would be actual hell for John. At least in this way, he can dig his feet in and not progress because he doesn't have to.
"Ah," he says softly. "And then what? When you have her back?"
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Date: 2021-10-27 07:52 pm (UTC)He tilts his head with a faint smile at John.
"I have ideas. But. Nothing solid until she's back. The three of us? We're a unit. When we're complete? We decide."
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Date: 2021-10-27 10:59 pm (UTC)He doesn't even ask about the other - it's not exactly a secret. John's been in his cabin, he's seen the sweatshirts that are definitely not in Warren's wardrobe draped across the back of chairs. He's seen the posts. He doesn't have to guess. There are people he pays attention to and the two other lawyers are in his periphery.
"A unit has to have a leader," he tells him instead. "So who is it? You?"
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Date: 2021-10-28 02:20 am (UTC)"Colonel Warren Kepler," he adds, as he hasn't used his title much before. "Paramilitary. Head of Strategic Intelligence. And the leader of our group."
He's reasonably certain that even after Jacobi graduates, even with the two of them in a relationship, he's still more than likely going to be somewhat in charge.
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Date: 2021-10-28 03:37 am (UTC)But he doesn't lean any further into it. Doesn't ask about his brothers. Doesn't try to push on how they're similar. He just answers, and leans back with his eyes closed.
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