[There are actually a few reasons why: part of it had been out of guilt, and a desire to take extra precautions... He never wants to go through something this horrendous again, after all. The more pressing reason, though?
He shrugs again.]
Because I literally just put all of this together right now in the course of this conversation? Not that figuring it out any sooner would have changed the outcome much... It'd be bad for the big PG's PR if it got out they're letting an Augmented with cannibalism on his record wander around unpunished.
[And, as established, not one Jamil will be arguing. It's no skin off his nose if Five wants to get drugged into uselessness. He flashes Five a polite smile; the point of this for him was to gather information, and he's certainly gotten that. Five can choose to wallow in misery about it or not.]
Food for thought, I suppose. [He stands up smoothly.] Bring the bowl into the kitchen when you're done, please.
[And you better eat it or he's gonna bitch about it.]
[Five grunts automatically and dismissively, not even looking Jamil’s way when he stands up. He’s extremely preoccupied all of a sudden: gaze distant, a furrow in his brow and a small frown on his lips. The wheels in his head are turning a lot harder and a lot faster than they have at any other point since he got back from getting his injection, so… Thanks for stoking up a few of his dormant brain cells, bro.
He will eat the rest of the soup, but he probably will NOT remember to bring the dish to the kitchen. At the very least, it’s almost certain he won’t be bringing it fast enough to satisfy Jamil’s standards.]
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He shrugs again.]
Because I literally just put all of this together right now in the course of this conversation? Not that figuring it out any sooner would have changed the outcome much... It'd be bad for the big PG's PR if it got out they're letting an Augmented with cannibalism on his record wander around unpunished.
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[And, as established, not one Jamil will be arguing. It's no skin off his nose if Five wants to get drugged into uselessness. He flashes Five a polite smile; the point of this for him was to gather information, and he's certainly gotten that. Five can choose to wallow in misery about it or not.]
Food for thought, I suppose. [He stands up smoothly.] Bring the bowl into the kitchen when you're done, please.
[And you better eat it or he's gonna bitch about it.]
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[Five grunts automatically and dismissively, not even looking Jamil’s way when he stands up. He’s extremely preoccupied all of a sudden: gaze distant, a furrow in his brow and a small frown on his lips. The wheels in his head are turning a lot harder and a lot faster than they have at any other point since he got back from getting his injection, so… Thanks for stoking up a few of his dormant brain cells, bro.
He will eat the rest of the soup, but he probably will NOT remember to bring the dish to the kitchen. At the very least, it’s almost certain he won’t be bringing it fast enough to satisfy Jamil’s standards.]