[Lark had clearly been braced for a 'no' or a stall. He's not completely naive, he knows he deserves as much. The kid just made a joke about the time Lark stabbed him, for God's sake.
Everything he said before was sincere; this is sincerity with the sort of relief that takes your knees out from under you:]
[This is something Lark cares about, Nico understands the relief that comes with the hope of making progress. Whatever else he thinks of himself, he has a rock solid confidence in his own abilities.]
The library might be best.
I have a lot of information on my slate, but I might see something in the data that could use more material than I'd have instantly to hand.
[The fear isn't gone, he's still the boy waiting expectantly for the next blow the world will provide that he always is, but he's also has a separate calm that comes when he's focused on a problem, mind running through the next steps.]
It doesn't take an hour to get everything gathered. He has it all stored on the same laptop that had been gifted to him on the Barge all those years ago, which he has upgraded over the years.
And he brings the Skittles Alec had stashed in a jacket pocket, because he hasn't eaten today and candy has become something he associates with research.
He picks a table that's in easy line of sight of the door and the office, figuring that can't hurt.
Nico notices the location of the table, the way he notices everything. It's better than a table in a dark corner, though the difference wouldn't be large enough to be easily spotted. The Children's League had given him some training in the months he'd been with them, but when it comes down to it, he doesn't have the reflexes of someone who fights, or even of someone who looks for escapes. The world is a mess of flashing threats, and there's nothing he can do but try not to fall into the stream.
He nods at Lark, because you acknowledge someone when you meet them. It's what you should do. He holds on to those sorts of patterns, the more meaningless the better at times.
"A lot. Alec put it together over the past three years." He turns it so Nico can dig through the files. There are no identifying marks for who the people are, but there are plenty of statistics on who lived or died, and when, and how. "Did he tell you anything about the transgenics?"
"Good." He can put a certain amount of trust in the pattern of Alec's mind on a problem like this. He starts digging through the files, scanning them with a speed that someone who knows Alec knows doesn't mean he's not taking in all the information. He inputs numbers on his slate as he goes, pulling up shifting graphs with one hand. "He told me some. More... social than medical."
"They're getting sick. It seems random which ones do, but I don't think it is. If we can predict who's going to get sick maybe we can treat it before it kills them."
But there's a lot there, and some of it is incomplete.
"We don't have Manticore's research, which is why this stalled out where it did. But I think with this much to go by there might be a pattern to pick at anyway."
"There are always patterns." He says it almost absently, or as absent as he gets. They aren't always helpful or enough, but while transgenics have been modified for all sorts of things, when it comes down to it, finding patterns is what Nico does.
"Are there more... life style details?" He compares another set of numbers, keeping all thoughts on the possible future fates of the children like him firmly locked away. That doesn't matter right now.
"Yeah, I went through and..." leaning over to find the right folder. "These are all documents related to the people we got out of Seattle, what they did for Manticore and what they do now in Citadel."
He looks up a moment, because he has heard of the Citadel. "Are there files for non-transgenics who live in the Citadel? Especially if they do similar work."
"The War Boys. Many of them have cancer," he nods, finding that for him, too, and another. "And the wolf pack there; they were all made from war boys."
"Hmm." He focuses completely on the screen, slotting information into the loose web he's already started drawing up in his head. Groups and patterns form and rearrange themselves. He sits back a little, blinking. He doesn't have it, but he can see the potential. There's a chance, and that's enough to be able to continue.
"I'll copy this over to mine. There's some stuff - I should be able to tell you more once I've gone through some more variations."
"I will." This is one area where Nico doesn't have a problem asking for things.
He blinks at Lark, surprised enough that he almost meets his eyes.
"It's to help [eople." He says no rarely, but that doesn't mean he can't get out giving a direct refusal when he wants to. He doesn't see how he couldn't be blamed for not trying to help when he might be able to do something.
"Yes, but they're my people." For all Nico knows, they could all be like Lark.
Which is why this is not his primary plan: Nico could take the information and do a hundred terrible things with it. But after sitting across from him, Lark doubts that's what will happen.
"If you were here because you were the one, and the only one, suffering from whatever's causing this, I'd try to help." He has even more reason to help people who haven't done anything to him.
People say things like that all the time. They say it in cheerful ways, they say it casual like it doesn't inconvenience them. They say it softly like that will encourage their God to reward them faster for it. They're all taught to say it, and how to say it. And Lark has always been quick with a gracious smile and even quicker to exploit them.
He'd never harmed any of those people. And maybe that's why Nico is doing this: because Lark spent a portion of his time terrorizing and brutalizing him. Submission is as much a tactic as any other.
The chances are high that that's where Nico is coming from: this is appeasement.
He ignores it for now and shakes the mostly empty bag. "Strawberry or lemon candy. Alec never gave you one of these? Here-" He offers three little buttons of sugar, pours the very last one into his own mouth. They're not poisoned. "He'd want you to have some."
Nico says it like a fact. He doesn't like Lark. He wouldn't try to pretend he's not still scared of Lark. He'd be willing to say a lot to stop someone from hurting him. But when it comes down to it, he's watched too many people die in front of him with being able to move. He's lived too long watching people be hurt and knowing just how little he can do about it. And it hasn't stopped hurting.
But that's dangerous information to give to anyone.
"Oh. These. They taste more like chemicals and sugar than any fruit." He takes the strawberry, wondering if Lark's sense of taste is stronger too. "Alec likes having favorites."
"Yeah, he does." Because he'd never been allowed options, let alone the freedom to have preferences. Lark suspects Nico knows how that works perfectly well. "Do you have favorites yet?"
"Some." It had been different. There had been no options, but that had been because they were objects, not weapons. The corporation wouldn't have cared at their test subjects showing preferences in whatever they might have been able to find to chose between, but the soldiers and scientists were quick to use anything against them. It's different, but ultimately, Nico still knows. "They're dangerous."
Lark nods slightly; it is dangerous. It's a different kind of danger here on the Barge but part of what had driven him close to mad was knowing that everything about a person could be used to warp them into a new, unrecognizable shape.
It's less dangerous for wardens, but that only really matters to the wardens who weren't already twisted and molded before they got here.
"I won't ask about them, then." Nico could lie, probably would considering who is asking, but there's no reason to put that pressure and uncertainty on him for no reason.
"Would you mind if we meet every couple of weeks to talk about this?" Nodding this time at the laptop.
It's an odd thing to say, Nico wonders if it's supposed to be long term proof of something or maybe it's just one of those unnecessary things people say when they're having conversations. Work makes a lot more sense.
He nods. "I can write up summaries for you." He's gotten better at explaining his math, but that doesn't seem like the sort of update that would be of most use to Lark.
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Date: 2019-12-10 09:40 pm (UTC)[It's not even a question. It wouldn't have been one even if Alec wasn't a transgenic.]
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Date: 2019-12-10 09:47 pm (UTC)Everything he said before was sincere; this is sincerity with the sort of relief that takes your knees out from under you:]
Thank you.
I have the data- where are you okay meeting...?
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Date: 2019-12-10 09:59 pm (UTC)The library might be best.
I have a lot of information on my slate, but I might see something in the data that could use more material than I'd have instantly to hand.
[The fear isn't gone, he's still the boy waiting expectantly for the next blow the world will provide that he always is, but he's also has a separate calm that comes when he's focused on a problem, mind running through the next steps.]
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Date: 2019-12-10 10:19 pm (UTC)Okay. I can be there in an hour.
[or anytime really, he doesn't have an inmate or a job here.]
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Date: 2019-12-10 10:25 pm (UTC)[Already looking over something on his slate, tapping to add a few notes. He doesn't use pen and paper very often.]
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Date: 2019-12-10 10:33 pm (UTC)And he brings the Skittles Alec had stashed in a jacket pocket, because he hasn't eaten today and candy has become something he associates with research.
He picks a table that's in easy line of sight of the door and the office, figuring that can't hurt.
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Date: 2019-12-10 10:45 pm (UTC)He nods at Lark, because you acknowledge someone when you meet them. It's what you should do. He holds on to those sorts of patterns, the more meaningless the better at times.
"How much do you have?"
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Date: 2019-12-10 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-10 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-10 10:57 pm (UTC)But there's a lot there, and some of it is incomplete.
"We don't have Manticore's research, which is why this stalled out where it did. But I think with this much to go by there might be a pattern to pick at anyway."
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Date: 2019-12-10 11:05 pm (UTC)"Are there more... life style details?" He compares another set of numbers, keeping all thoughts on the possible future fates of the children like him firmly locked away. That doesn't matter right now.
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Date: 2019-12-10 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-10 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-10 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-10 11:19 pm (UTC)"I'll copy this over to mine. There's some stuff - I should be able to tell you more once I've gone through some more variations."
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Date: 2019-12-11 12:46 am (UTC)He studies Nico a moment.
"Thank you for doing this. No one would've blamed you for saying no, including me."
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:51 am (UTC)He blinks at Lark, surprised enough that he almost meets his eyes.
"It's to help [eople." He says no rarely, but that doesn't mean he can't get out giving a direct refusal when he wants to. He doesn't see how he couldn't be blamed for not trying to help when he might be able to do something.
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:59 am (UTC)Which is why this is not his primary plan: Nico could take the information and do a hundred terrible things with it. But after sitting across from him, Lark doubts that's what will happen.
"Strawberry or lemon?"
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:14 am (UTC)"Strawberry or lemon what?"
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:45 am (UTC)He'd never harmed any of those people. And maybe that's why Nico is doing this: because Lark spent a portion of his time terrorizing and brutalizing him. Submission is as much a tactic as any other.
The chances are high that that's where Nico is coming from: this is appeasement.
He ignores it for now and shakes the mostly empty bag. "Strawberry or lemon candy. Alec never gave you one of these? Here-" He offers three little buttons of sugar, pours the very last one into his own mouth. They're not poisoned. "He'd want you to have some."
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:55 am (UTC)But that's dangerous information to give to anyone.
"Oh. These. They taste more like chemicals and sugar than any fruit." He takes the strawberry, wondering if Lark's sense of taste is stronger too. "Alec likes having favorites."
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Date: 2019-12-11 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-11 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-11 03:10 am (UTC)It's less dangerous for wardens, but that only really matters to the wardens who weren't already twisted and molded before they got here.
"I won't ask about them, then." Nico could lie, probably would considering who is asking, but there's no reason to put that pressure and uncertainty on him for no reason.
"Would you mind if we meet every couple of weeks to talk about this?" Nodding this time at the laptop.
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Date: 2019-12-11 03:16 am (UTC)He nods. "I can write up summaries for you." He's gotten better at explaining his math, but that doesn't seem like the sort of update that would be of most use to Lark.
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