[ He's just going to pretend he didn't hear a Company official imply that this was a delayed execution order, more or less.
It doesn't really matter to him if it is, anyway. It's out of their hands once they complete the warrant, whether or not that person deserves it--that's for someone else to decide.
(Not, he absently thinks, for a manager at Intake, but the role of a bookman isn't to intervene unnecessarily. Only to observe. He makes a mental note to investigate the mortality rate of prisoners later, should time permit.)
Accepting the datapad, Lavi's face lights up like a kid on a pagan holiday, excitement visibly bubbling up in him. Utopia? The Utopia? He hasn't been there since he was nineteen, and oh man, the girls-- ]
We'll do it.
[ Sorry, Kanda. Hormones. ]
I mean--
[ He pauses, considering how likely Yu is to string him up, calculates the risk, then solidifies his decision. ]
Yeah, we'll do it. [ Have you seen what the women there wear? Yu already likes to wear black, it'll be great. ]
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It doesn't really matter to him if it is, anyway. It's out of their hands once they complete the warrant, whether or not that person deserves it--that's for someone else to decide.
(Not, he absently thinks, for a manager at Intake, but the role of a bookman isn't to intervene unnecessarily. Only to observe. He makes a mental note to investigate the mortality rate of prisoners later, should time permit.)
Accepting the datapad, Lavi's face lights up like a kid on a pagan holiday, excitement visibly bubbling up in him. Utopia? The Utopia? He hasn't been there since he was nineteen, and oh man, the girls-- ]
We'll do it.
[ Sorry, Kanda. Hormones. ]
I mean--
[ He pauses, considering how likely Yu is to string him up, calculates the risk, then solidifies his decision. ]
Yeah, we'll do it. [ Have you seen what the women there wear? Yu already likes to wear black, it'll be great. ]