Wanted to update you. Waiting on the Security Division's collective position on Wolfwood's situation. But, provisionally I recommend evaluating him if you want. Just leave him in until he's released from the cell. A psych eval while he's incarcerated won't hurt either way.
Perfect. I'll stay outside in case there's any trouble. Have to make sure there's security presence, but I won't interfere or look in on the interview. You can file your report with L3TH3.
[ There's a change in username [CAP_O_Drake] and an audible click as voice is activated. ]
This... is Drake. [ The voice is strained, the breathing combined with a slight gurgle. ] What do you need?
[ Makima may remember this man from training; a no-nonsense human with a sharp mind and sharper senses. He might have been in his mid-thirties when Mnemosyne took off, but has to be at least 90 now after the 60 years that passed. Captains did not cryo sleep, in order to keep the ship going. ]
[ the hn makima gives is one of bittersweet, amused acknowledgement. still has it in him for a little jest? ]
I can only imagine the affliction you bare— for our sake, no less. I'm sorry. [ but there's something she has to address, swiftly. she doesn't want to take up too much of his time. ] Do you think of death, Drake?
For the crew sake... I should- [ Breath. ] Should have been gone long ago.
[ There's a longer pause, and another moment of pained breaths before he can continue. ]
Death? Every day. I happily put... I put my life on the line for this mission, for this c-crew, but my existence is harming you... and it's all pain, doc. There's not enough... left of me. Just the pain.
[ He swears under his breath, and there's a crack somewhere that sounds like bone. ]
I've served... a long time. I think I deserve... a nice retirement. Just... a rest.
[ she listens, quiet and sympathetic— she really is. he knows what is happening. he knows the consequences of his lockdown. he is clear headed, if not for a bit. he can take a hint. ]
In the process, you've left us a legacy to look up to, Drake. We all swell with pride beyond comprehension. None of us wish for you to suffer any longer than you already have.
[ there's something important to offer to patients with terminal ilnesses, or in end-of-life situations— not just making sure they're as well as they could be, but . . . autonomy. he has control. for the sake of humanity. for the sake of the crew. ]
There's something I want you to know. [ she pauses, but only a beat. ] You are the Captain of your destiny, at this moment. You have full autonomy to make your own decisions. Do you understand?
[ she sounds like honey. she lets the mother in her drip and speak with the utmost care, the utmost comfort. ]
If you wish to rest— rest, Drake. We will understand— and I support your decision.
[ In turn, he listens to her - quiet aside from the strained breathing. He's been tired for a long, long time. A day, a week, a month of agony is enough to break a person, and here he is... still at least somewhat coherent after 20 years of torture.
Everything she says is something he longs for, but- ]
Hm. It's... nice to hear, even if it's a moot point. I can't... I can't die.
[ The tone indicates that he very, very much would like to. She doesn't need her honey-sweet voice or her gentle coercion. Drake has been done for a long time. ]
I can't move. Can't... even make the choice. Even tried to chew my tongue to pieces and this... this flesh grew back.
—Your tongue grew back? [ sorry, that's more of a repeat just for her. to better assimilate. (she's happy, at least, that they're on the same page, but). ] Does Medical know of this?
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Wanted to update you. Waiting on the Security Division's collective position on Wolfwood's situation. But, provisionally I recommend evaluating him if you want. Just leave him in until he's released from the cell. A psych eval while he's incarcerated won't hurt either way.
If anyone asks, send them to me.
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L3TH3 agrees with the pre-verdict evaluation proposal. It's necessary for any properly justified verdict in the first place.
I'm on my way.
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And take care, Zaeed.
L3TH3 to MED_M_Emerwen
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[ There's a change in username [CAP_O_Drake] and an audible click as voice is activated. ]
This... is Drake. [ The voice is strained, the breathing combined with a slight gurgle. ] What do you need?
[ Makima may remember this man from training; a no-nonsense human with a sharp mind and sharper senses. He might have been in his mid-thirties when Mnemosyne took off, but has to be at least 90 now after the 60 years that passed. Captains did not cryo sleep, in order to keep the ship going. ]
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Hello, Captain. This is Dr. Emerwen. [ and the obvious of questions: ] How are you feeling?
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Just peachy.
[ He seems to have at least some humor, even in his torture. There's a squelching sound and a hacking cough, but then his voice sounds less wet. ]
I'm very... tired.
cw: talk relating to death
I can only imagine the affliction you bare— for our sake, no less. I'm sorry. [ but there's something she has to address, swiftly. she doesn't want to take up too much of his time. ] Do you think of death, Drake?
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[ There's a longer pause, and another moment of pained breaths before he can continue. ]
Death? Every day. I happily put... I put my life on the line for this mission, for this c-crew, but my existence is harming you... and it's all pain, doc. There's not enough... left of me. Just the pain.
[ He swears under his breath, and there's a crack somewhere that sounds like bone. ]
I've served... a long time. I think I deserve... a nice retirement. Just... a rest.
cw: coercion and toeing around suicide
In the process, you've left us a legacy to look up to, Drake. We all swell with pride beyond comprehension. None of us wish for you to suffer any longer than you already have.
[ there's something important to offer to patients with terminal ilnesses, or in end-of-life situations— not just making sure they're as well as they could be, but . . . autonomy. he has control. for the sake of humanity. for the sake of the crew. ]
There's something I want you to know. [ she pauses, but only a beat. ] You are the Captain of your destiny, at this moment. You have full autonomy to make your own decisions. Do you understand?
[ she sounds like honey. she lets the mother in her drip and speak with the utmost care, the utmost comfort. ]
If you wish to rest— rest, Drake. We will understand— and I support your decision.
no subject
Everything she says is something he longs for, but- ]
Hm. It's... nice to hear, even if it's a moot point. I can't... I can't die.
[ The tone indicates that he very, very much would like to. She doesn't need her honey-sweet voice or her gentle coercion. Drake has been done for a long time. ]
I can't move. Can't... even make the choice. Even tried to chew my tongue to pieces and this... this flesh grew back.
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well shit ]
—Your tongue grew back? [ sorry, that's more of a repeat just for her. to better assimilate. (she's happy, at least, that they're on the same page, but). ] Does Medical know of this?
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[ His voice becomes a bit more unhinged, but the captain takes a breath to try to calm himself down. ]
Devi did his best, but... he condemned me to hell and I can't leave. I can't.
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[ the more context, the better. she will go as far as the captain allows. ]
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[ Drake sounds exhausted, coughing. ]
So I could live. So I could save everyone. Look how well... well that went.