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[promittere]

I'm—I'm sorry!

[ whimper, whimper ]

[troublereduction]

[ Serenely, which perhaps just means this is still terrifying: ] Apologizin' ain't an answer.

[ But he hears the mention of the officers to Ithaqua, so, hmm... ]

"You guess" it was the other officers? [ Kind of a vague answer, though Day has a pretty good guess himself. ]

[promittere]

[ IT ISN'T AND HE'S SCARED AND THAT'S WHY HE'S APOLOGIZING "please don't kill me" is written all over his face ]

It was at work, somewhere! Something I heard in passing! I knew—I knew his vanishing was my fault, so... So...

[troublereduction]

[ ...He'll be giving the others a Look, like he's letting them decide for themselves if Victor is being honest. ]

So...? [ Go on. ]

[mirristry]

[Honey pls be nice--

He's definitely listening closely to all of this, though.]

[promittere]

So I couldn't help overhearing! And then it was all I could think about, and then I felt worse...

[troublereduction]

[ Hm. Felt worse how, Day wonders. Feeling sorry for himself? ]

...So, was the bone-headed idea of killin' Oz always your plan, or did you get that genius idea when we were tryin' to put your damn machine down?

[promittere]

When...

[ mutter mutter ]

When you were trying to put my machine down...

[troublereduction]

[ ...Gods, this man really is just a dumbass, isn't he? ]

And look where that's gotten you. Did you nab it from the army? [ And add on other things, from what little Day could figure out from its appearance. ]

[promittere]

That was my creation.

[ He's firm on this.

... ]

—Made with parts I helped myself to when I was let go.

[troublereduction]

Huh.

[ He's mildly impressed. ]

Ain't sure why you thought you were gonna prove 'em wrong somehow when you stole from 'em. Can't imagine they woulda felt charitable after that.

[promittere]

They would've seen I shouldn't have been let go! That my genius was indispensable!

[troublereduction]

[ Serenely, almost cheerfully: ] Nah, they were right to let you go if this is how you're handlin' it. A hothead stealin' from his ex-employer and rushin' off to go prove himself, and ain't thinkin' 'bout how the politics woulda shaken out?

Liability.

[promittere]

[ Victor's growl grows into a frustrated yell, and he slams his fist into the ground. ]

Shut up, shut up! I don't want to hear from the likes of you!

[troublereduction]

Is that right?

[ However, Phil's getting Day to lay off him, so Day just has one thing left to say. ]

Well, in any case...safe journeys, Victor Byron. You're gonna need it.

[mirristry]

Day.

[Just placing a gentle hand on his arm here.]

I think that's enough.

[troublereduction]

[ Day looks at Phil's hand for a long moment, before finally sighing. ]

Aight. He's just gonna throw a tantrum now, anyway.