wickedchouette | (no subject)

Did he fire them?

[A pause.]

Or did they die?

They died. It's a dangerous job.

[ As they well know. ]

Mm. We're all living on borrowed time.

[Even now, she believes that. They have more time now than they did before the Barge, sure, but forever still isn't really a part of Shaw's vocabulary.]

Best debt ever.

[ Something something interest is going to be hellish, so she hoprs it's not the compounding kind. ]

Is it weird to hope that the next time I wake up, Samaritan will be gone?

Really weird. I hope the next time I wake up, Samaritan will have taken over. Hail Samaritan.

[This is, obviously, sarcasm; she bumps her chin against Root's shoulder.]

If things go south, I've still got that deal in my back pocket. I don't know how it'll kick in, but unless the Admiral's full of crap, Samaritan being gone soon is inevitable.

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You're so silly.

[ And the meds they have Root on are so strong. ]

Let's get married again. After we win.

We do need to get one of your identities married to one of mine. Legally. For logistical reasons.

[Another nudge.]

We should do a paintball wedding every year.

Absolutely yes.

[ Even if she sucks at it thanks to a very devoted federal employee, Root loves wedding paintball. ]

My identity who's a dancer. That's the one I want married to you. You're the best wife ever.

Mm. You're okay, I guess.

[She says it not as a genuine rebuff, and not as an attempt to posture, but purely because she trusts that Root will know that she's joking.]

What's the dancer identity's name?

[ Root does know, and she is so pleased. ]

Petrina Durov. ...I'd hook a leg around you right now if I weren't so tired and sore.

[ It sucks that she's bedridden right now, but this is worlds better than being dead. ]

[Oh, well. Good thing Shaw isn't bedridden; that means that she can wiggle around and hook a leg over Root's. Whether or not the comment was meant as a hint, she appreciates it. She likes having clear instruction.]