South pulls in a breath between her teeth for a second, and then nods. She can do that. She's not naive enough to think that her position as one of Jorg's 'agents' is actually worth fuck shit, but Wash was right, they think they have to keep her happy to keep her 'on side' (ugh) so... if she caught wind of something like that, well, she's in a unique position.
She doesn't say any of that, though. There's some cards you have to keep close to your chest.
"I won't let them drug you or do fuck shit to you," is what she does say, and it's firm with the note of a promise. "Best thing to do is not draw their attention. You not at your best is still gonna be better than most assholes, chances are they won't notice anyway. They're idiots, remember?"
It's not an attempt to add levity, because there's no real levity to be granted in a situation like this. She knows that. It's a simple statement of fact: Jorg are fucking idiots.
"When I lost my brother, I was practically non-functional for... a long time." She drops this into the conversation without fanfare, because it's easier, that way. It feels less... artificial, than making it a big deal, even if there's purpose behind it. An attempt at empathy. "Different situation for a lot of reasons. Me and him don't have... whatever weird thing clearly connects you and Rune. And he was dead, not just... gone. But what I do know is it fucks you up to be torn away from the person who has always been there. So... yeah."
She shrugs, as if it's not a big deal. As if she's not currently dealing with the fact she might lose him all over again, even now he's alive.
"Be as fucked up as you're gonna be. Jorg can go fuck themselves. And if at any point you need to hit something, or drown your fuckin' feelings in booze, whatever... well, whatever works, y'know."
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South pulls in a breath between her teeth for a second, and then nods. She can do that. She's not naive enough to think that her position as one of Jorg's 'agents' is actually worth fuck shit, but Wash was right, they think they have to keep her happy to keep her 'on side' (ugh) so... if she caught wind of something like that, well, she's in a unique position.
She doesn't say any of that, though. There's some cards you have to keep close to your chest.
"I won't let them drug you or do fuck shit to you," is what she does say, and it's firm with the note of a promise. "Best thing to do is not draw their attention. You not at your best is still gonna be better than most assholes, chances are they won't notice anyway. They're idiots, remember?"
It's not an attempt to add levity, because there's no real levity to be granted in a situation like this. She knows that. It's a simple statement of fact: Jorg are fucking idiots.
"When I lost my brother, I was practically non-functional for... a long time." She drops this into the conversation without fanfare, because it's easier, that way. It feels less... artificial, than making it a big deal, even if there's purpose behind it. An attempt at empathy. "Different situation for a lot of reasons. Me and him don't have... whatever weird thing clearly connects you and Rune. And he was dead, not just... gone. But what I do know is it fucks you up to be torn away from the person who has always been there. So... yeah."
She shrugs, as if it's not a big deal. As if she's not currently dealing with the fact she might lose him all over again, even now he's alive.
"Be as fucked up as you're gonna be. Jorg can go fuck themselves. And if at any point you need to hit something, or drown your fuckin' feelings in booze, whatever... well, whatever works, y'know."