I do not, [he says, with a slight shrug. It's mostly true; he doesn't actually know who's holding onto every backup of the AI's, only that Root has one and is protective of her to a degree he feels obligated to respect. She wouldn't enjoy strangers she hasn't yet vetted being told about her precious cargo, he thinks - ergo, he doesn't know. Mostly.
And technically, Root could have put her anywhere, so he doesn't know.]
Many were involved in the effort to preserve our... [he waves a hand in a vague motion, indicating their general surroundings; this place? Their overall stability? Whatever one would call it,] This. Ask around. People are wildly helpful.
[This isn't a lie, but he says it like it's weird because it is, if you ask him. People around here sure are friendly when it suits them! Hmm!]
[Altius lets out a hum of acknowledgement; not pleased, entirely, but he can't blame someone for something they don't know. Plus, the phantom's affect is odd enough that he's unable to detect any sort of partial truths. So it's fine. He was already planning to learn whatever he can by any means necessary. Talking to a few more people isn't exactly the worst hardship he's endured.
He can't help but turn his gaze to Octavian with a bit of skepticism, however.]
Those of us accused, you mean? [The locals have been far from it, in his experience these past few hours.] ... I suppose in a sense, we are in this "together." It would follow that most would want to help in our collective attempts to survive and escape.
[And even the most selfish, if they're smart enough, would realize the power of numbers.]
[He holds up a finger, which then becomes a pair for a genuine finger-quote,] Chosen.
[This too is stupid enough to be mildly amusing; chosen for what, exactly? Rehabilitation, it seems, although he personally considers his "crime" to be, hm, utter bullshit, so he can only assume that thought is not unique to himself. Chosen. It's like a bad joke.]
We are our own lesser evil. When thought of it in that context. There were disagreements regarding the entity.
[But, uh, he didn't personally have any stake in those, so,] I do not remember them.
Chosen, [Altius echoes, with just enough disdain to push the response over the edge of unimpressed. They're in agreement over how stupid the term is, though he wouldn't be inclined to feign any humor over it even if it did suit the situation. Thankfully, he'd consider himself justified in his less than chipper mood.
He doesn't bother frowning any further than he already is at the idea of these disagreements. Even his facade isn't naive enough to think that everyone would get along all the time.]
Then they must not have been significant, [he decides. To Octavian, anyway. He'll make his own judgements regarding that later.] A reasonable result was reached, in any case, at least to my eye.
[Like, stuff's not falling apart. So that part... is good.]
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And technically, Root could have put her anywhere, so he doesn't know.]
Many were involved in the effort to preserve our... [he waves a hand in a vague motion, indicating their general surroundings; this place? Their overall stability? Whatever one would call it,] This. Ask around. People are wildly helpful.
[This isn't a lie, but he says it like it's weird because it is, if you ask him. People around here sure are friendly when it suits them! Hmm!]
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He can't help but turn his gaze to Octavian with a bit of skepticism, however.]
Those of us accused, you mean? [The locals have been far from it, in his experience these past few hours.] ... I suppose in a sense, we are in this "together." It would follow that most would want to help in our collective attempts to survive and escape.
[And even the most selfish, if they're smart enough, would realize the power of numbers.]
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[This too is stupid enough to be mildly amusing; chosen for what, exactly? Rehabilitation, it seems, although he personally considers his "crime" to be, hm, utter bullshit, so he can only assume that thought is not unique to himself. Chosen. It's like a bad joke.]
We are our own lesser evil. When thought of it in that context. There were disagreements regarding the entity.
[But, uh, he didn't personally have any stake in those, so,] I do not remember them.
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He doesn't bother frowning any further than he already is at the idea of these disagreements. Even his facade isn't naive enough to think that everyone would get along all the time.]
Then they must not have been significant, [he decides. To Octavian, anyway. He'll make his own judgements regarding that later.] A reasonable result was reached, in any case, at least to my eye.
[Like, stuff's not falling apart. So that part... is good.]