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[chimericalclaw]

It's easier to steal them from their own lives? From everything and everyone they've ever known?

[Oh no, he's made himself angry. He meant to dig for information, but he's feeling way too raw about the situation to focus properly.]

And then instead of giving them any support you throw them into a den of wolves with people who lie and kill and torture. If none of you can understand how much worse that is than simply leaving them be, you can tell your superior their care and their help is and always will be worthless.

[expi]

Research on other worlds say that what people would call jails do the same thing, do they not?

[if he had feelings, they'd be hurt!!]

Part of it is that they must learn how to rely on each other. My superior has tried to help, but has been... indisposed, due to problems.

[chimericalclaw]

[Snidely:] Your research failed to take things like "visitation" and "laws of nature" into account, did it?

[If he gets into what he thinks of prisons they'll be here all day though—]

The current state of your superior is irrelevant to what's already been done. The harm you've already caused is irreversible and unforgivable. [The snake people, robbed of their bodies and their identities, but forced to live on regardless... they would have been better off deleted.]

But perhaps you can point me to them and I can tell them directly to ponder on the nature of their own crimes.

[expi]

I cannot comment on that.

[ah. it always comes down to the Chosen wanting to speak to his manager-]

They're unable to be contacted right now. That is why I exist.

[chimericalclaw]

Then don't speak on matters you don't understand.

[that was going to be narration then i realized no he'd just say that.]

You must have some idea of how to change that—if you're not entirely useless, at least.

[expi]

They will come back into contact when the time is right, and they're ready again. For now, I only do what I was programmed to do.

[he doesn't seem the least bit fazed about the irritation, here.]

[chimericalclaw]

So you are useless. A shame.

[Just a pawn—a singular function given a form. Jerry doesn't even have the charm of Onyx's crystal creations, and he often throws those out as sacrifices without any qualms.]

Can you even contact it yourself? I'd hate for everything I've said to you to go to waste.

[expi]

I cannot contact them in a traditional sense for now, but they will know of what transpired here.

[chimericalclaw]

How reassuring. [how can one man be so full of sarcasm?] Then I can say that I've already been "confronting" those I harmed without the threat of punishment, rendering your attempt at rehabilitating me pointless, and they'll be aware of that, hm?

[expi]

[a curt nod.]

Yes, they will be aware of that.

[chimericalclaw]

Good.

[As much as he'd love to see the reaction himself, it's probably a long shot. He would love to test if his hypnosis works on an artificial intelligence.]

Well, I've wasted enough of my time. [Is he going to even pretend to thank Jerry for the conversation? Nope.] Will I be leaving the same way I came?

[Put him back where he was.]

[expi]

[he motions towards some massive wooden doors at the other end of the courtroom.]

Once you go through those, you will wake where you slept before you came here.

[chimericalclaw]

[He turns to look at the doors over his shoulder.]

Disrupting my sleep, hm. [He glances back to Jerry before he straightens and turns to head towards the exit, announcing:]

Until next time.