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[And the bag? But Ion merely nods. He lets Tyr step into his room first before he follows up behind him and closes the door. Ion pulls his phone out from his pocket to look at the message once again.]

It's all a game to him.

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[ Tyr doesn't think to comment on his bag. He stands before Ion as he looks at his phone. ]

Yeah... There's no question that he completely condones all of this...

[ The landlord is just playing with them. ]

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[Ion steps away from the door to move over to his desk. He's thinking and yet it's difficult to process the same thing so many times and pull something new out of it. His phone is set on his desk and he stares hard at it for a moment before he brings himself to look at Tyr again.]

How dare he use innocent lives to get a point across and yet act as though it means nothing.

[third_liberator]

[ Tyr doesn't think he's ever seen Ion angry before. Albeit, they've only known each other several months now, and this is the first truly awful thing that's happened, but his anger still makes Tyr stare at him.

A few seconds later, though, his own expression turns hard as he lets some of his guard down. ]

I don't think he sees any of us as actual people. Everything that's happened - coming here, being sent to the islands, this - it all just shows how little he thinks of us...

[ He follows Ion over to his desk and sets his bag there with Ion's before he pulls out a folder. ]

I've been thinking about the communications he gives us... In every one, there's some order, request, or suggestion.

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Merely test subjects...

[He says this more to himself. His face relaxes some as being angry isn't going to get him anywhere. And maybe the other's own expression with staring at him is enough to draw back. He needs to think as what Tyr is saying is right. The Lessor is always asking something of the residents.]

What is in the folder?

[third_liberator]

[ Test subjects. Ion had said something like that before, but the thought still makes Tyr's stomach knot.

It's more important to focus their energy on something productive, though. ]

A record.

[ He opens it up to show various documents, some typed, some written in Tyr's own handwriting. ]

I collected everything the landlord has communicated since I got here... I thought we'd be able to figure something out from them.

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[He leans over slightly to get a look of the other's work. He has only seen Tyr's handwriting one time a few months previous. Ion straightens and glances over his shoulder.]

Here, it may be easier for us if we sat-

[Though he stops himself.]

...on the floor.

[third_liberator]

...

[ On the floor? ]

...All right.

[ It's not the most comfortable place, but maybe sitting on the bed would be too comfortable.

Especially since it looks like he pushed this bed together with his "brother's".

Whatever floats your boat, Ion.

Tyr goes ahead and sits on the floor with his legs folded and the documents on his lap. ]

Do you want to start from the beginning or from the most recent events?

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[Shut the fuck up, Tyr.]

I think it may be a good review if we start from the beginning.

[third_liberator]

[ Tyr doesn't judge, old man. ]

Got it. In that case...

[ He spreads them out in front of them so the earlier documents are closer to Ion. It starts with the note that came with the event Ion missed. ]

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[Which is enough to peek his interest.

My gift to you requires a little work. Re-gift all these roses and you'll receive a little something from me. A familiar something.

He glances up at the other-]

Did you give away all of your roses?

[third_liberator]

[ Tyr nodded. ]

Yes...though I didn't get anything in return from the landlord.

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Maybe you went unnoticed.

[He frowns at that before moving onto the next thing. Everyone has done extremely well this far. Consider me proud. Here are the rules. Of course, rules.]

Did you request anything in April?

[third_liberator]

Mm... That's when I was given my staff and Gremio got his axe back...

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[Sorry, but-]

An axe?

[third_liberator]

Yes.

[ How is that strange? ]

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Is it for self defense?

[third_liberator]

He was in the war with me, Ion... [ It protected him. ] It's a weapon.

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[He almost smiles, but takes care to keep looking down. An axe is a bit different.]

Mr. Gremio is rather strong.

[third_liberator]

[ Tyr smiles at least, even though it is a bit strained. ]

Yeah... He might not look like it at first, but he's really powerful...

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I don't think appearances are all that important.

[third_liberator]

I don't think so either...

[ This is getting off topic. ]

Anyway, is there anything strange about him having an axe?

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No. I'm sorry, I only found it interesting.

[Now to the captain's log, which Tyr has shown him before.]

If it wasn't for you keeping this, I would have never seen the orders in print.

[third_liberator]

I see... [ He guesses it's not the most common weapon out there.

Ion's words come as a surprise to him, though. ]

You never got a chance to look at the book while we were on the ship?

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[He shakes his head.]

I didn't know where it was kept.