tucky | IC contact for lastvoyages

I trust you.

And if you need me for anything, ever, you've got me. I already owe you a lot.

If I need something, I'll come to you as someone I can rely on. You don't owe me anything.

I didn't mean it like that, I just-- want you to know that I'd be there for you too, like you are for me.

I trust you.

[He grins at her.]

And you'll regret me being there for you when I drag you out of bed at 5:30 to practice escaping from larger opponents trying to choke you to death.

Five thirty.

You're joking.

Of course, training usually starts at four.

I changed my mind, I think I'll take the choking.

Don't worry after a couple of days you start to really enjoy the quiet of the mornings. We should definitely use the Enclosure, then I can give you the real experience. The mud, the snow, the occasional attack by bears controlled by necromancy...

Erskine. I sleep 'till ten. You're fucking killing me here.

Ten! Tiffany it is clear I have arrived just in time. I'm sure I'll be able to dredge up some of those speeches Dexter used to give about the wonder and beauty of being awake in time to see the sun rise.

We're in space, and we got the Enclosure. We can make a sunrise at nine at night if we want to.

Luckily the Enclosure means being in space doesn't deprive us of the joy of nature. We could go on a little camping trip; wake up at four to hunt our own breakfast, hike for the next eight hours, train for a while -

[He breaks off as he's laughing too hard to continue.]

You are crazy. I'm calling him to come snap my neck right now and put me outta my misery.

There's no escape, death just means you need extra practice.

[He drops the serious expression he had managed to muster for a few seconds and grins at her.]

I suppose we could postpone any training until the afternoon, because it's you.

[She pretends to be talking to someone else on another line.]

Hey Alfie, it's Tiffany. I was just thinking we could schedule you killing me after all. Maybe for next Tuesday? That'd be-- oh no, wait, nope, never mind. Erskine said he'd postpone training 'till the afternoon, so I don't need to be killed after all.

That's the other great thing about my training methods. Give a recruit to Ravel, they used to say, and in a couple of days they'll be leaping onto the battlefield. Ready to give everything they had so they wouldn't have to come back for round two.

I'm not gonna stand for this.

Well technically you'd be crawling, the obstacle course starts with a muddy creak bed you have to get through on your stomach.

Maybe I'll take over and train you instead.

What your training?

I don't know, I just like the idea of you crawling through the mud.

I would like you to know that I am a master at crawling through the mud. And I come out looking good. If you like swamp monsters.

Can you crawl through... hot lava.

As an instructor I feel it's my duty to show my students that I can do anything that I'm asking them to do. I'm sure you feel the same.

You mean you're gonna ask me to go through hot lava?

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