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[epistemological]

"Which would leave me at a disadvantage when someone simply wallops me," he says very very tiredly. "No, no, whatever you think is best."

[ladyfrownsalot]

"Lemme rephrase. I can pull my punches at first. The idea is getting you to a point where you don't actually have to take a hit," Cassandra says.

[epistemological]

"...you have more confidence than I do in me, then. But. I defer to your judgement on both."

He sighs. And looks around. Then over at her.

"Do I need to do anything or... stretch or something?"

[ladyfrownsalot]

"Depends. Do you think you're going to have time to stretch if someone tries to kill you?"

She's accessing previously unheard-of levels of sarcasm, but she feels like he deserves it.

[epistemological]

The look he gives her is very very flat.

"Ha, ha, very funny. Weren't you the one just know saying we'd 'work up to it'?"

[ladyfrownsalot]

Cassandra rolls her eyes and just moves on.

"Do you do anything else to keep fit? Running, swimming?"

[epistemological]

The way his eyes sort of search the room like it could provide an answer should be what one takes as the answer.

"...not really, no."

[ladyfrownsalot]

"Well, it's something you might wanna take up if you're serious about being able to look after yourself," she says, a little more seriously now. "Even if it's just to make you better at running away from...whatever."

[epistemological]

“I guess I never really thought about it.” He glances over at Cassandra.

“…if I tell you that there actually was a monster person who took up running a gym, would you believe me?”

No, really, there was. It was horrific.

[ladyfrownsalot]

"...I wouldn't have any reason to think you'd be lying," she says, slowly. "Did the monster person use the gym for... monster... stuff?"

[epistemological]

“They did, yes,” he says with a slight wince. “They apparently took the term ‘body building’ quite literally, actually.”

[ladyfrownsalot]

"What do you mean by..."

Blink.

"Oh."

Pause.

"...Eww."

[epistemological]

That is a tiiiight wincing smile.

“Quite. Unfortunately, terrible people can also have terrible senses of humor.”

[ladyfrownsalot]

"Did you kill him too?"

Because he should have done, it sounds like.

[epistemological]

“No. I wasn’t exactly in a position to. The only time I met him, I needed a favor. And he was being… kept. By someone else.”

He sighs.

“Unfortunately, even monsters have politics.”

[ladyfrownsalot]

"Uh huh. What d'you mean, kept? Like...a pet?"

[epistemological]

"More like a prisoner," he admits, and then he has to pause. "...perhaps a bit like a pet. Helen is...

"Helen is anything but straightforward."

[ladyfrownsalot]

"I'm going to level with you, 'straightforward' isn't the word I'd use to describe anything you've ever told me," Cass points out.

[epistemological]

"Something I am well aware of. If it was simple, I probably wouldn't have been kidnapped as many times as I have."

[ladyfrownsalot]

Cassandra just stares blankly at him for a while, then shakes her head.

"Yeah, you definitely need to work out more."

[epistemological]

“…I’m not disagreeing with you though I will point out they had me outnumbered… most of the time.”

[ladyfrownsalot]

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna judge you for being easy to kidnap," Cassandra says. Judgementally. "I am gonna put together a training schedule."

[epistemological]

His eyes make clear exactly how much he believes that, but he nods. Fine, good. He could use it.

"I will do my best to abide by your schedule."