PRIVATE MEETINGS

[andexecutioner]

If you'd like to have a private meeting with the Adjudicator, this is where you should go! The Adjudicator is available at almost all hours of the day; just knock and he'll answer.

Comments are screened for privacy; no eavesdropping, that's rude.

Comments

[bluemeanie]

[Well, there's enough tack here for one lifetime. He didn't expect anything less, honestly. He sits down at the chair in front of Juri, and sets the bottle and glasses down. He unseals the bottle, and pours the liquid into the glasses. He spins his glass idly in his fingers, making some sort of face as he thinks, before he speaks up.]

I don't suppose you saw what I did earlier in the week.

[...right, I guess he's gonna take a sip from his glass to punctuate that sentence. Might as well, just to show there's no ill will in that.]

[andexecutioner]

[...Well, this is already more interesting than a lot of conversations he's had in his time, let's put it that way. He doesn't move to drink right away; he does set his dice down after a long moment, picking up the glass and toying with that instead. Giving his hands something to do, really.]

I'd be kind of a bad overseer if I had no idea, wouldn't I?

[bluemeanie]

Well.

[He shifts his positions a bit, placing both his hands on the table, folding them as he speaks.]

...Death from ricin poisoning tends to take place anywhere between 36 to 72 hours after exposure. It has to be happen sometime tomorrow. So, as of tomorrow, I will either be out of here. Or you'll kill me.

Just figured we'd get everything out on the table.

[andexecutioner]

That sounds about right.

[He tilts his head a little at that, really; takes a sip of that drink. It's fuckawful, in his esteemed goddamn opinion, but it could be worse. He supposes.]

It's probably in poor taste to wish you luck, and you probably don't want that from me anyway.

[bluemeanie]

No obvious signs of death. No discoloration of the skin. I'm completely unconnected. It'd be a relatively pointless gesture, wouldn't it?

[You really should have stocked the machine with actual alcohol.]

I did have a suspicion about something, and I was wondering if you could confirm it for me while we're here.

[andexecutioner]

[Well, you know what they say about hindsight.]

Depends on what it is. Whatever it is, I'll hear it; if it's something I can't or won't answer, I'll tell you, but if I can then I don't see why not.

[bluemeanie]

I was dead. Or at the very least...close to death before I came here.

[There's a small amount of silence after that. You could hear a pin drop.]

If these dreams are memories, that's the only logical conclusion.

[andexecutioner]

[He'll glance over at that, though it isn't long before he's returned his attention to the glass; he'll take another drink of it before continuing. Weighing options, really, though at least it doesn't take him long to settle on a decision.]

You were, yeah.

[bluemeanie]

[There's no immediate response in Walter, no rapid-fire change in expression that takes place, outside of a single nod.]

It didn't take much to figure it out. I...needed that extra push.

[Walt comes very close to a sigh, but stops. Stares.]

My wife and child detest me. My brother-in-law is dead because of me. If I'm dead, there's...no doubt I must've figured out a way to secure their financial future. I wouldn't allow myself to pass without doing it. If I'm victorious tomorrow, there's nothing more I can do. Nowhere to go. I'd have no reason to live.

[andexecutioner]

[Juri's expression doesn't falter any at that, though a slight shift does take place; it's gone kind of cold, really, though there's no agitation behind it.]

I'd imagine you're telling me all this for a reason...?

[bluemeanie]

I wanted to thank you.

[...huh.]

[andexecutioner]

[That...well, then.]

...What for?

[bluemeanie]

Your motive.

[He adjusts himself in his seat again. He picks up his drink, and speaks, rationalizing every word both to himself and Juri.]

My legacy - the thing that I've built with my own damn hands. That's all I have left. By threatening that, I suppose that...you've given me motivation. To defend it. To do anything, really. Call it peace of mind, call it cold-hearted murder. Both of them work fine.

I can't have a happy family life, I've come to terms with that. I am well beyond that, as much as I'd love to deny it. But it can't all be for nothing. My work. My struggles. My sacrifices. My empire.

[Walt spins his drink, but his expression doesn't change.]

To the point, I've had an epiphany. If I'm beyond saving, if I can't be remembered as a family man, the grand patron saint nabbed from this great big beautiful life by some terrible disease that a desperate war was waged against. Well, maybe I wouldn't mind being remembered as a devil. It wouldn't be unfitting. To cast silence over rooms with the very mention of "Heisenberg".

[He takes a sip from his drink, finally. He doesn't notice the taste, nor does he particularly care.]

Food for thought.