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[ 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?

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When...

[ mutter mutter ]

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

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[ ...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. ]

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That was my creation.

[ He's firm on this.

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

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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.

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

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[ 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.

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[ 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!

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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.

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Day.

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

I think that's enough.

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

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