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[callada]

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.

[worthallthis]

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."

[callada]

"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."

[worthallthis]

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."