but the words get stuck in my throat-

[dedikated]

⟨ x things to x people ⟩

►Post with your character saying something to different people - as many or as few as you like.◄
◄ONE CATCH: They can't say who these things are to!►
►React to other people and stuff.◄

Comments

[mismanagement]

You have demonstrated none to me, despite your claims.

[She narrows her eyes.]

Was it truly skill that afforded you those privileges, or pity?

[feelslikeimspilling]

Yea well, there's still time enough for that.

[ He narrows his right back at her. ]

Oh, believe me, Jack doesn't do pity... I assure you he picked me on the merit of my skill.

[ You've hit a little nerve there, Maketh. Enjoy the fact that you've got to him. ]

[mismanagement]

[Ah, he took that one to heart. Maketh thins her mouth into a smile, not kindly.] I see. One assumes he's come to regret that. Want to tell me how much damage you've caused, or should I guess?

[A wildcard has no place in a large organization. Maketh's experiences with the Inquisitor and his insane little friends proved that well enough. They were hard solutions to difficult problems and rarely did anything cleanly. They were necessary, but only when controlled. Will clearly is not.]

[feelslikeimspilling]

Well, one would assume wrong then, wouldn't she?

[ Yeah, he's pretty pissed about it. A number of times he tried to refuse to work with Jack and the FBI, yet despite all his protest, he was still sort after. ]

You know Maketh, I do what I do because I'm the only one who can. I bet there are thousands of clones just like you, disposable and self-righteous! All just lined up waiting to take your place. Me on the other hand, I'm one of a kind.

[ He'll feel bad about that later. He hates losing his temper and letting his mouth run. ]

[mismanagement]

I rather doubt that.

[Mostly because she hasn't actually seen any of Will's so-called prowess. Maketh works with what she can see and touch. Tangible evidence.

The line about clones hits a nerve, though. Maketh narrows her eyes.]

I am certainly no clone! I am an officer of the Imperial Court. Unlike you, I know my duty.

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ There's still time yet, Will could be helpful one of these days and Maketh would have to eat her hat.

Oh, hello, did Will say something close to home there? The tone of her voice would suggest so. ]

And my point is, how many other officers like you are there out there!? I know my duty thank you very much, the problem is you don't understand a thing about it!

[mismanagement]

[Maketh puts her hands on her hips, scowling at him.] Hundreds. That's the point. That is how a command structure works. That you fail to understand that only confirms what I know.

[That the Empire would have crushed him and Will - regardless of talents real or imagined - is going to continue to cause trouble for her.

But she is no clone. The clones of the past war barely counted as human.]