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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

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[pharadyne]

[Norton steps back, search finished, and sits down on the edge of Jacob's bed.]

I think what disappoints me most is that all this is over something so silly. The brainwashing itself to show off to a boy--a commie boy at that. And the murder on account of a petty spat. You're better than this. If you murder someone I'd expect it to be more worthwhile, like dealing with someone who hurt one of the people you're close to.

So...why did you really do it? Are you trying to prove you're irredeemable? What is it?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He folds his arms across his chest, staring past him.]

Hilbert was supposed to be useful. Got some drugs out of him.

But - [He clears his throat, shifting his feet.]

Seemed - wrong, after a while. [After meeting Tor. After meeting Cazador.]

Didn't know how to fix it without all the shit happening, so I figured, if the shit was gonna happen, I might as well hurt someone who pissed me off.

[pharadyne]

If you want drugs you can just ask me. So long as they aren't, you know, mind control drugs. I think it's best to not be too beholden to them and I'd encourage limiting use, but I'm not a Temperance Tabitha. You can't spend years going to Soho clubs and come out rigid about that sort of thing. [And Norton would rather Jacob get it from him, so he can know what he has and how much he's using, than have Jacob smuggle it. Although he thinks Jacob would probably prefer to acquire it on his own for precisely the same reason.]

What made you feel it was wrong? Mind you, that's absolutely the correct way to feel about mind control, but what changed?

[Norton can understand the impulse to take out someone who'd angered him if everything was going to go tits up anyway. Probably something he'll need to address with Jacob at some point, but right now he'll settle for "mind control is bad."]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He shakes his head at the question.]

No. Not today.

[He's broken Norton's trust and he knows that he should repair it somehow, starting with answering his questions, but he's feeling far too worn out. Wrung out and twisted and broken and all he wants to do is lie on his bed and stare at the ceiling until exhaustion takes him.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton knows when pushing further won't get him anywhere.]

Okay, not today.

But someday soon.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah, sure thing.

[He steps away and to his bed, sitting on the edge of it.]

I - am sorry. For what it's worth.

[pharadyne]

[Norton pauses on his way to the door at Jacob's statement of remorse.]

It's worth a great deal. To me, at least. It doesn't...fix things, but.... [He stops, bites his lip for a moment, then resumes.] ...I've had a number of people who've hurt me and aren't sorry, so it matters when someone is.

Not doing it again matters more, though.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He leans back on the bed, letting his feet hang down. He does have one more question, but he doesnt bother sitting up.]

Do I get to keep the alcohol?

[pharadyne]

[He thinks about it for a moment before deciding.]

Sure, why not.

I won't tell you not to get drunk, but if you vanish too long Laura's going to come find you and she's much more scary than I am.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah, I'm aware.

[He puts the pillow over his face.]