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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like No wonder John likes you under his breath, but drowns it in a drink.]

What's the difference in a real fight and not?

[pharadyne]

Well, if it's a choice between punching someone or getting hurt or murdered, of course I'm going to punch someone. And my old warden let me hit him, but that was different because he offered. It was very cathartic, actually, but can't be recreated. Kaz was special.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He takes a drink, thoughtful. That's the sort of offer he'd give someone else.]

And now you don't need it?

[pharadyne]

Hmmm, I probably do, but like I said, I don't think it can be recreated. He was good enough that I could go at him with everything I had but never actually hurt him, and he'd fight back fiercely enough to give me something real to fight against, but somehow in such a way I always felt perfectly safe even when he was hitting me back.

[Norton sighs wistfully. And has another sip of his drink.]

He was a very good warden. I'm afraid I can't live up to his standard, although if he were here he'd say something terribly insightful that would reassure me. I suppose we all have our strengths. His was punching people, and mine is blowjobs.

He asked me once what would make me happy. What would make you happy?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He sounds like the sort of man who Jacob could respect. He kind of hates that.

He hates the question even more.]

I don't get to be happy. Not really in the cards for me.

[pharadyne]

I don't believe that at all, but I'm troubled that you do. Of course, I always believed I deserved a happy ending even though I probably did not. But that's because I don't like letting other people, or fate, have the last word regarding my life.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He waves a hand at him.]

I had my duty and once I fulfilled it, I was done.

You've read my file.

[pharadyne]

There's got to be more to life than duty. Like...[He gestures loosely at the telly.]...watching Marilyn Monroe films.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[His eyes flick to the screen.]

It passes the time.