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A day or two after Cao Pi's network post, after one of the group lunches, Soldat puts off sleep for a little longer to track down Rosinante. They know the usual places he goes, the things he's working on, and watched which way he went after he had his meal and left again, so it shouldn't take long. And maybe a quick talk will help them actually sleep.
Rosinante was the first to support Cao Pi in his desire to be handler to the whole town. There has to be some reason for that. They'd thought Rosinante of all people would be careful.
"Hey. Hi. Before you get started," they say, trotting up. "Can I. Ask you a question."
Rosinante was the first to support Cao Pi in his desire to be handler to the whole town. There has to be some reason for that. They'd thought Rosinante of all people would be careful.
"Hey. Hi. Before you get started," they say, trotting up. "Can I. Ask you a question."
Early afternoon puts him likely back up in his room as he gets ready to head back out for a couple more hours of searching. He has already turned toward the door by the time Soldat gets there, having heard footsteps following him down the hall.
"Yeah, of course," he says with a shrug. "Go for it."
"Yeah, of course," he says with a shrug. "Go for it."
Probably better then, that Rosinante really isn't about to start anything intensive. Or already started. Soldat slows, hovers at the door, then asks quickly, as if afraid they might get stopped or interrupted (or maybe lose their nerve) before they get it out: "I need to know. Why do you trust Cao Pi."
"Oh." And here he had thought it was going to be something personal, maybe. He'd been half-ready to drop a barrier of silence around them, close the door. Or just make up an answer. But this is easy enough compared to the scenarios he had already begun concocting in his head.
"Because even though he's arrogant - and I know he is - I've gotten to know him pretty well since we both got here back at the start of all this, in July," he says, and sits down on one of his side-by-side mattresses since this might turn into more of a dialogue than a one-off question.
Should Soldat wish to take a seat, there's Mary's bed, and the chair at the desk stacked with art supplies - and the art produced at that desk decorates the walls of the room when it hasn't been painted directly onto the wall. Those star charts Soldat is familiar with are tacked up onto the walls around the paintings, alongside the various Trafalgar Law bounty posters he's collected out of sheer pride.
"I'm sure you've heard he was an emperor," he continues. "So he has the experience it takes to lead a group of people. But underneath it all, he's actually genuinely kind. Took me a while to see it, but I think he cares a lot about everyone here. He wants to lead, and I encouraged him, because disorganization has cost us too many lives."
"Because even though he's arrogant - and I know he is - I've gotten to know him pretty well since we both got here back at the start of all this, in July," he says, and sits down on one of his side-by-side mattresses since this might turn into more of a dialogue than a one-off question.
Should Soldat wish to take a seat, there's Mary's bed, and the chair at the desk stacked with art supplies - and the art produced at that desk decorates the walls of the room when it hasn't been painted directly onto the wall. Those star charts Soldat is familiar with are tacked up onto the walls around the paintings, alongside the various Trafalgar Law bounty posters he's collected out of sheer pride.
"I'm sure you've heard he was an emperor," he continues. "So he has the experience it takes to lead a group of people. But underneath it all, he's actually genuinely kind. Took me a while to see it, but I think he cares a lot about everyone here. He wants to lead, and I encouraged him, because disorganization has cost us too many lives."
Genuinely kind. What. How. Where did Rosinante get that from. "I have never seen him search for anyone in trouble. Or do anything to help besides hold meetings. He tried to give me sneaky orders to report to him, but it didn't take. No handler protocol." Which should probably have surprised Soldat more at the time, come to think of it. He's everything the Asset would have expected in a primary handler. He's goddamn Alexander Pierce.
"And," they add, an afterthought, "he doesn't pull his strikes when he's sparring someone less skilled than he is."
"And," they add, an afterthought, "he doesn't pull his strikes when he's sparring someone less skilled than he is."
"Those don't rule out kindness. He's not selfless, and yes, he probably could stand to get his hands dirty. But it sounds like you've never really taken the time to get to know who he is."
And probably, Soldat doesn't know what it takes to be the leader of a large group, based on what they've just said. From the point of view of someone who is used to being wielded as a tool, it's probably hard to accept that a box full of tools won't get any hammering done.
"But - that's fine, that's why you've asked. His role isn't to be the one doing the searching. His role is to organize the search, so he knows who is going where, can direct people to make sure their skills are best used and their efforts don't overlap with other people. Understanding all of us and our needs and abilities is a task in itself. He holds meetings so he can understand what's going on in town from the point of view of dozens of people, instead of letting them all wander off in random directions and never explaining to anyone else what it is they're working on. It's not the same sort of work you do, but that doesn't mean it isn't work."
Boy, hopefully that clarifies things. He realizes he's in a position where understanding this comes naturally to him - he's been an officer, and he was raised by a high-ranking Marine admiral. He knows he isn't himself a leader, but he absolutely sees the value in it.
And probably, Soldat doesn't know what it takes to be the leader of a large group, based on what they've just said. From the point of view of someone who is used to being wielded as a tool, it's probably hard to accept that a box full of tools won't get any hammering done.
"But - that's fine, that's why you've asked. His role isn't to be the one doing the searching. His role is to organize the search, so he knows who is going where, can direct people to make sure their skills are best used and their efforts don't overlap with other people. Understanding all of us and our needs and abilities is a task in itself. He holds meetings so he can understand what's going on in town from the point of view of dozens of people, instead of letting them all wander off in random directions and never explaining to anyone else what it is they're working on. It's not the same sort of work you do, but that doesn't mean it isn't work."
Boy, hopefully that clarifies things. He realizes he's in a position where understanding this comes naturally to him - he's been an officer, and he was raised by a high-ranking Marine admiral. He knows he isn't himself a leader, but he absolutely sees the value in it.
Soldat has memories of two leaders: Captain Steve Rogers, and handler Alexander Pierce. They can clearly identify which leadership style they prefer. This may be in part because Steve let his Sergeant get away with bawling him out in front of the team, when he needed it, and because Pierce had them tortured and gaslighted worse than the Russians ever did... but Soldat can't always help the associations they make, and the association they've made is Cao Pi with Alexander Pierce.
Which makes for quite the sticking point, here. Even if a leader is needed (and Soldat is not entirely convinced, there; that job Rosinante describes could easily just be done by a records-keeper, not a handler), why this one? Why the one who has been angling for it for as long as Soldat has been here? They don't sit, still, too anxious to relax that much. "But you say he is kind. Why? What has he done to make you think he is kind?"
Which makes for quite the sticking point, here. Even if a leader is needed (and Soldat is not entirely convinced, there; that job Rosinante describes could easily just be done by a records-keeper, not a handler), why this one? Why the one who has been angling for it for as long as Soldat has been here? They don't sit, still, too anxious to relax that much. "But you say he is kind. Why? What has he done to make you think he is kind?"
"Plenty." He shrugs. "I've heard a lot about his past. I know the sacrifices he made to keep his own people safe. He didn't die for fun, you know."
Just to put that out there. But he frowns, having said it, for it wasn't strictly necessary to phrase it that way. His patience is thinner than usual given everyone and everything they've lost, and his impending nicotine shortage. He shakes his head and keeps his tone even. He's not upset at Soldat, certainly.
"He doesn't need to be completely selfless to be a good leader. We're all competent and dedicated here. But because everyone believes in themselves so strongly, we're bound to go in a dozen different directions. I trust him to understand the whole picture and urge people to act in one direction simultaneously so that we're not squandering what few resources and people we have left."
Soldat must be stuck on "kindness" because of the abuse they suffered from their commanders in the last life, Rosinante can see that plainly. In that respect it's sensible to be cautious. But that is part of why Rosinante agreed to visibly support Cao Pi, of course - he knows there are people who may not like the former emperor. Hell, he was one of them for a long time. But hopefully some of those people at least value his own judgment a little.
Just to put that out there. But he frowns, having said it, for it wasn't strictly necessary to phrase it that way. His patience is thinner than usual given everyone and everything they've lost, and his impending nicotine shortage. He shakes his head and keeps his tone even. He's not upset at Soldat, certainly.
"He doesn't need to be completely selfless to be a good leader. We're all competent and dedicated here. But because everyone believes in themselves so strongly, we're bound to go in a dozen different directions. I trust him to understand the whole picture and urge people to act in one direction simultaneously so that we're not squandering what few resources and people we have left."
Soldat must be stuck on "kindness" because of the abuse they suffered from their commanders in the last life, Rosinante can see that plainly. In that respect it's sensible to be cautious. But that is part of why Rosinante agreed to visibly support Cao Pi, of course - he knows there are people who may not like the former emperor. Hell, he was one of them for a long time. But hopefully some of those people at least value his own judgment a little.
"No one is completely selfless," Soldat mutters. Not even Steve could be that. That isn't what they're looking for. They're looking for something, anything, to put their this is a source of threat feeling a little more at ease, and so far nothing Rosinante has said is doing that. "And not all of us believe in ourselves. But. He makes me afraid. He's like."
The arm recalibrates noisily under their sleeve, and they pace across the room to the window, restless and peering through the slats of the boards covering the glass, making an excuse not to look at Rosinante. "You saw. My main handler. Alexander Pierce. Who said I shaped the century by killing people. He makes me think of him. Not the Inspector, not Steve, not even top brass in the army, what I remember of them. Of Pierce." They want badly to thunk their head a few times against the window boards in frustration at their own brain, but it would probably make Rosinante think even less of them to give into that kind of urge. "I don't know what that means."
The arm recalibrates noisily under their sleeve, and they pace across the room to the window, restless and peering through the slats of the boards covering the glass, making an excuse not to look at Rosinante. "You saw. My main handler. Alexander Pierce. Who said I shaped the century by killing people. He makes me think of him. Not the Inspector, not Steve, not even top brass in the army, what I remember of them. Of Pierce." They want badly to thunk their head a few times against the window boards in frustration at their own brain, but it would probably make Rosinante think even less of them to give into that kind of urge. "I don't know what that means."
"I don't know either," he says after a moment to consider what Soldat says. "But what I know about Pierce is that he was a man who used you for his own gain at the expense of others. He took you away from your life, made you hurt people you cared about. That's monstrous."
Evil, even, maybe. Hard to use that label when he knows he doesn't understand the whole story, but it's hard for him to imagine that the abuses Soldat was put through could ever truly be justifiable. There's a difference between making hard choices for the greater good and committing absolute atrocities.
"Most leaders aren't monsters. You know that already. And someone having a facade that makes them hard to like doesn't immediately mean they're out to hurt you or anyone here."
Evil, even, maybe. Hard to use that label when he knows he doesn't understand the whole story, but it's hard for him to imagine that the abuses Soldat was put through could ever truly be justifiable. There's a difference between making hard choices for the greater good and committing absolute atrocities.
"Most leaders aren't monsters. You know that already. And someone having a facade that makes them hard to like doesn't immediately mean they're out to hurt you or anyone here."
"Technically he bought me. From the Russians. But the rest is true." Which doesn't really matter, in the current situation. They know people who are hard to like-- Javert and Crowley and Scarlett, and even Steve a lot of the time-- and they like them. Cao Pi is not hard to like. Cao Pai something else.
None of this is making them feel any better than talking with Javert did, which probably means it's not going to feel any better. They're just going to have to deal. It's not like they haven't dealt with worse. Just means increased security protocols and careful watching, that's all. (Why are we like this. If I start listin' reasons, we'll be here all day.)
They do thunk their head, just once, but then turn around again, expression back in a habitual, safe neutral. "Thanks, Rosinante. For humoring me here. You know I'm not going to make trouble."
None of this is making them feel any better than talking with Javert did, which probably means it's not going to feel any better. They're just going to have to deal. It's not like they haven't dealt with worse. Just means increased security protocols and careful watching, that's all. (Why are we like this. If I start listin' reasons, we'll be here all day.)
They do thunk their head, just once, but then turn around again, expression back in a habitual, safe neutral. "Thanks, Rosinante. For humoring me here. You know I'm not going to make trouble."
"Hey," he calls out with a frown, both looking and sounding genuinely concerned. Soldat's mysteries are less mysterious thanks to that book on PTSD, which was helpful in explaining a lot more than just how to cope with the aftermath of torture, though it doesn't make it too much easier to handle other people's issues. They've all developed their own particular brands of crazy and his own problems are numerous enough.
"It's not about humoring you. I really do want all of us to succeed, and I really do think he can help. But I know you've been through things you can't just ignore," he says. "Being here, dying, the spirits and the flood - it's hard for all of us. But we'll get through it together, okay?"
Hopefully. He's determined to give it his best shot, at least.
"It's not about humoring you. I really do want all of us to succeed, and I really do think he can help. But I know you've been through things you can't just ignore," he says. "Being here, dying, the spirits and the flood - it's hard for all of us. But we'll get through it together, okay?"
Hopefully. He's determined to give it his best shot, at least.
That book has probably been eye-opening for them both. Learning a little more about how their own brain works has been useful in a lot of ways. Still not always sure it makes sense, but it's a lot better than the fumbling they'd been doing before. (And knowing the word is "flashback" and not "memory malfunction" is also kinda nice.)
"I know. I don't want any more worlds to die, either." Soldat won't be used again, they know that much, but they're not alone either. And Javert at least took their concerns seriously. Maybe Rosinante will, too. So they look at the floor and say, "I'm not sure I can take direct orders from him. I don't want any more handlers. Can you or the Inspector relay anything he wants me to do, that isn't plain on the network?"
"I know. I don't want any more worlds to die, either." Soldat won't be used again, they know that much, but they're not alone either. And Javert at least took their concerns seriously. Maybe Rosinante will, too. So they look at the floor and say, "I'm not sure I can take direct orders from him. I don't want any more handlers. Can you or the Inspector relay anything he wants me to do, that isn't plain on the network?"
"Sure," he agrees. Chain of command, right? Only he certainly does not think of himself as above Soldat in any way - this is purely for practicality. They all need to be a little flexible.
"I'll let Cao Pi know. I don't think he'll have a problem with it." Especially because as this leadership thing goes forward, he's not likely to be issuing direct orders to every individual person here anyway - maybe it would be doable now with their numbers so greatly-reduced, but hopefully some day there will be far more of them again.
"And that goes the other way around, too - if there's a problem and you don't feel comfortable approaching him yourself, feel free to let me know. I'll pass it along."
"I'll let Cao Pi know. I don't think he'll have a problem with it." Especially because as this leadership thing goes forward, he's not likely to be issuing direct orders to every individual person here anyway - maybe it would be doable now with their numbers so greatly-reduced, but hopefully some day there will be far more of them again.
"And that goes the other way around, too - if there's a problem and you don't feel comfortable approaching him yourself, feel free to let me know. I'll pass it along."
And let Cao Pi know there's someone who isn't enthusiastic about obeying him. Get the man's guard up. That will make watching harder. Soldat doesn't even consider that it might make Cao Pi try to behave; their opinion isn't worth changing behavior for, and while they are definitely a physical threat, Cao Pi has supporters who are important people to Soldat. And they have not been historically good at taking that kind of initiative, anyway. He's safe enough.
After a beat, Soldat nods. "Thank you. I appreciate it." They glance up briefly, then back down. "Never thought I'd say I couldn't take orders." It's probably a good thing. It just means potential problems when you're the only one not taking orders from the group handler.
After a beat, Soldat nods. "Thank you. I appreciate it." They glance up briefly, then back down. "Never thought I'd say I couldn't take orders." It's probably a good thing. It just means potential problems when you're the only one not taking orders from the group handler.
He shrugs. "I appreciate the honesty," he says in return. "We'll make it work out."
It is very helpful to know Soldat's limits. Sort of disappointing that this is one of them, because it does make trusting them a little bit more challenging if they're going to have issues acting as part of the larger group, but at the same time he appreciates and respects that it means Soldat might be accepting some aspect of individuality. Nobody should follow orders mindlessly. Rosinante himself respects authority but would never ask for blind obedience to it, for that goes against his own strongly-held values. So, it's a tradeoff, but one he's happy to work within.
It is very helpful to know Soldat's limits. Sort of disappointing that this is one of them, because it does make trusting them a little bit more challenging if they're going to have issues acting as part of the larger group, but at the same time he appreciates and respects that it means Soldat might be accepting some aspect of individuality. Nobody should follow orders mindlessly. Rosinante himself respects authority but would never ask for blind obedience to it, for that goes against his own strongly-held values. So, it's a tradeoff, but one he's happy to work within.
Acting as part of the larger group? Nah, man. They already said they weren't going to make trouble. Interact directly with Cao Pi without shutting down, or possibly hurting him? That's the sticking point. Soldat does not trust the Asset to play nice, now that they know they don't want any more handlers, and now that Cao Pi has set himself up as handler to the whole town. And shut-downs are supposed to be avoided, per their promise to Aziraphale.
Better to watch from a distance. Make sure whatever Cao Pi really wants, it won't hurt their people. That if it's some selfish need to put himself above everyone else and manipulate people, it will wind up benefiting others anyway. That there's nothing worse than that.
So their shoulders relax a little, the arm plates ripple with a mechanical noise, and they nod. "Good. I want it to work out. I'll. Let you get back to what you were doing, now."
Better to watch from a distance. Make sure whatever Cao Pi really wants, it won't hurt their people. That if it's some selfish need to put himself above everyone else and manipulate people, it will wind up benefiting others anyway. That there's nothing worse than that.
So their shoulders relax a little, the arm plates ripple with a mechanical noise, and they nod. "Good. I want it to work out. I'll. Let you get back to what you were doing, now."
"Just getting ready to go look for the people we're still missing," he sighs as he leans across the mattress to reach for his bag and pull it closer so he can double-check he has everything he needs, including some water and a packet of crackers. People in pain might not have been able to sleep, after all, so he's been cutting his own food short and making up for it with the other two Beacon necessities in order to make sure there's still food for others who don't have all options available to them. In times like these, at least they have the flexibility that evidently comes with death.
Satisfied he's prepared, he stands and shoulders the bag, then clips his lantern to the strap. "I'll see you around."
Satisfied he's prepared, he stands and shoulders the bag, then clips his lantern to the strap. "I'll see you around."
Soldat heads for the door, and holds it for Rosi since he seems ready to go. They absolutely understand the nonexistant joys of rationing. They're doing it, too. And doing their best to stretch what they have in the daily meals. "Good luck, Rosinante. I'll be going out again after my sleep, too. Here's hoping we find some of them."
[ when rosinante wakes up in the morning, law is nowhere to be found; instead, there's a note left on the desk, inconspicuous enough among mary's drawings so it's not immediately noticed, but easily found if looked for. ]
Cora-san,
I've gone to see if there's anything worth using left at the hospital. I talked to Soldat-ya, so I know why you don't like it there. That's why I didn't ask you to come along. I'm going with two others, so don't worry.
It shouldn't take long.
But if it does... I'll move anything useful outside the hospital.
Law
[ he's determined to get them all out of there alive... but if he doesn't, at least whatever he gets out of the hospital shouldn't go to waste. ]
Cora-san,
I've gone to see if there's anything worth using left at the hospital. I talked to Soldat-ya, so I know why you don't like it there. That's why I didn't ask you to come along. I'm going with two others, so don't worry.
It shouldn't take long.
But if it does... I'll move anything useful outside the hospital.
Law
[ he's determined to get them all out of there alive... but if he doesn't, at least whatever he gets out of the hospital shouldn't go to waste. ]
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