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[synthedick]

It wasn't, but that's how it goes when you're facing down someone who looks like a friend, trying to take their place in this world.

[His brow creases, nose wrinkling he pushes a sigh through him, his eyes falling to his hands before him. This whole 'doubles' business hit a little too close to home for him on premise alone, given what he is, where he comes from, and the whole reason for his existence.]

We couldn't let her do it. Couldn't let her make a damn mockery out of you and everything you've worked for... that we've worked for.

[Because after all, she's not alone in this.]

[mismanagement]

You did well.

[Maketh pauses.]

You have my trust, Nick. Always.

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[Nick answers without hesitation.]

And you've got mine, so long as you don't go off the deep end like that copy.

[He shakes his head just once, his metal hand closing in on itself. They weren't exactly copies, weren't synths; this wasn't the Institute, but folks were being manipulated just the same.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh nods. It's a solemn expression.]

I trust you will do what must be done, in that case.

[synthedick]

You've got it.

[As much as he doesn't want to ever have to do that.]

Just try and get some rest in the meantime, and let's hope that day never comes. There's no telling what the gods will do to us next, and what we'll have to do to hold down the fort.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh huffs, not quite laughter.]

I will--try. I will do that for you.