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[thefirstemperor]

And now he's uncomfortable. Please stop. "Even if one didst wish to dance to the admiral's tune--" He's maybe open to the possibility now, but he's not eager. "I've no violence planned, nor any petty wish I wouldst see fulfilled. Thy intervention in any wardenly capacity is not wanted."

[worthallthis]

You're missing the point here, pal. But B is well-versed enough in discomfort that he's not going to harp on it, either. Maybe he's a little worried that his new status is going to fuck over the friendship they had, now, though.

All he says is, "Yeah, it's been a long time since you've killed anyone. I'm not really worried about it." And he physically leans back a little, trying to subtly show he's not aiming to get in Fou-Lu's space in any way, here. "And I can leave you alone this month if you'd rather. But if it were me, I'd kind of hope nothing has to change."

[thefirstemperor]

As soon as it's clear he's willing to back off the topic, Fou-Lu relaxes. Well. He never relaxes. But he stops being deliberately tense. "I've no concern for it if thou hast not." The admiral throwing a meaningless official title between them isn't his problem if it's not going to be a problem for B.

[worthallthis]

Better than nothing, he supposes. He dredges up half a smile, though, and says, "You really don't like him, huh. The Admiral." He supposes he can't really blame the guy. A lot of people on this ship don't.

[thefirstemperor]

Fou-Lu is trying to be agreeable (yes, this is him trying), but he really can't help the eyebrow raise that earns. "I do not." Sort of a non-response, but there's nothing more polite he can say, because emperors do not say things like of-fucking-course not.

[worthallthis]

B smiles a bit at the expression. "Yeah, okay, dumb question. I just. I'm curious why. Everybody has their own reasons, seems like. And they're not all 'because he turns us into other people sometimes'." Which is pretty much B's biggest reason. Though he's maybe a little less angry at the admiral than some of the others around here, himself.

[thefirstemperor]

Fou-Lu hasn't found himself particularly bothered by those transformations, in point of fact. Perplexing, but he's familiar with the idea of multiple worlds and lives. What's self-evident to him is the confinement. "To be taken against our will and bound into shadows of ourselves, promised release at his whim alone?" Duh, he would say, if he said things like that.

[worthallthis]

B shrugs a bit. "That was my life before I came here. I guess I never got quite as mad about it, when it felt like too much freedom." He considers a moment, then offers, "Being here means that you're not forced to do whatever the people in your world wanted out of you, though. And when you graduate, you don't even have to go back there unless you want to."

[thefirstemperor]

He waves a dismissive hand. "I've no place left there, nay, plans are laid." In the event that he does leave the way the admiral wants him to. "But there be a price I wouldst be loath to pay, had I any choice in the matter. As I do not? It rankles."