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]

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.