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Passengers: Theo Crawford and anyone who might want to talk to him, for whatever reason
Location: Solitary
Date: May 5th through the 11th
Summary: Theo has fucked up big time, and is only beginning to pay the price for it
Warnings: Will update when necessary

[Solitary confinement is the worst thing you can do to Theo. Though the cells are much more comfortable than they have any right to be, to leave him cut off from everyone and everything, only to be alone with his own thoughts for an incalculable amount of time. Despite anything he might say to the contrary, he really doesn't like being alone. He had too much of that back home. On the Peregrine, even if he didn't get along with almost anyone here, it was better than never having anyone around at all.

The fact that his planned failed so miserably, and now has to suffer all the consequences that come with it, is unbearable. Theo completely broke down during his attempt, and it was happening all over again as he waited in the cell. He had convinced himself over the last few months, no matter how hard any warden disputed it, that there was no way he would be able to graduate. He couldn't go home. Beyond redemption. His escape attempt was the only faint glimmer of hope he had, and, like everything, he barreled into it without thinking and nosedived. A self-fulfilling prophecy, really. On top of that, losing the chance to live on his own in an amazing place, one where magic wasn't feared or sequestered away.

He spends the first day acting like he often does, like a cornered animal. Pacing in the small space, punching the walls and door. Anyone who tries to approach him gets screamed at to leave him alone, and he refuses to talk further.

After that things go downhill for him, but at least he's quieter. But he's not doing much of anything at all - eating, sleeping, talking. He's never looked great, but he's looking more gaunt and withdrawn than ever. He sits on his bed, knees to his chest, small and frail as ever. By the time the end of port comes, he's been inside six days and he's broken all over again, but it's different now. Maybe by then someone can get some answers out of him. An explanation. A little compliance. That is, if anyone thinks it's worth trying.]

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[Claire shifts a touch, trying to sort out her feelings. The inmates are here because of their crimes. Of course, the crimes do range from horrific to cruel, but--]

You could have killed Viktor with that plant. Loki is one of the more understanding and experienced wardens, here. These are the people that want to help you. They want to figure out what they can do to help you. And I suppose you feel no remorse about hurting them, do you?

[Most conversations Theo had with Viktor would get tense, but were they not warden and inmate, they might have gotten along. Theo actually got along with Loki, probably the warden he's spoken with the most, next to Alice and William.

Unsurprisingly, he deflects, turning it back on them.]

They are wardens, and I'm a prisoner. They were just-- i-in the way. I wanted out of here, what about that is so hard to under--

[No, he can't. He closes his eyes again, hand over his mouth, taking a stuttering breath.]

I can't do this.

I understand you want out. Of course you do. None of us want to be here forever, Theo. But to get out, you need to put in the work. No running. No fighting.

[No nearly killing poor Viktor. Jesus Christ.]

Please. Stop being so stubborn. You have made incredible, catastrophic mistakes in the past. Let that be the past and do better here.

How can you say that?!

[A final thread has been broken. He doesn't get up from the bed, but he leans forward, intense with the last bit of energy he can summon.]

Leave it in the past?! It's always gonna be there! Even if I never go back there, it'll follow me around until the day I die. I think about it all the time, I fucking dream about it! And you all seem to think I can just... That I can...

[He realizes how badly he's shaking, and trails off. He falls back against the wall, hands over his face. He's grief-stricken, ashamed, confused.]

We all have ghosts that haunt us.

[It must be so tiring, so be so angry all the time. Claire pushes herself off the wall to sit beside him. Still space between them, as she doesn't want to get too close, but she's not simply observing from a distance.]

You carry it with you. Make up for all the hurt you've done by... helping. Being a balm rather than a knife. Theo, you're not stupid. I can see that. You could do good for people in ways I probably can't even imagine.

[Slowly, he lowers his hands. His eyes are watery, but there aren't any tears.]

Do you really believe that?

[It's not a mocking question - he wants to know.]

Do you actually think that. Would you say that if you weren't a warden?

I do.

[Whether she herself is a warden or not doesn't really change that opinion. Of course, should Black Jack Randall appear in this place this whole mindset of hers would go right out the fucking window, but as it stands? She does believe it.]

I imagine Loki will talk to you soon enough, but once you're out of here, I want you to help me find a way to make that plant useful.

[He's been spending a lot of time thinking about what he's going to say to Loki and Viktor. He still hasn't figured it out.

That suggestion, though, gets a furrowed brow from him. Several points here.]

You... want me to help. And you think that thing would be useful otherwise?

[She nods.]

You figured out what it could do. And if it can be used as a sort of... Sleep aid, or something useful if technology fails us, we should learn that.

[He pulls his knees up to his chest again, holding them close, resting his chin on them.]

Mm. Mostly by accident, though. Taught me to stop forgettin' my gloves, if nothing else.

Does it matter, though? Doubt that the wardens'll agree to me doing... anything, from here on in. Besides more mopping.

I'll agree to it. Loki, too. You'll be supervised by me, of course.

[And she'll maybe have someone else hang around. She's a warden, but ultimately just a human woman in her fifties. Not difficult to take down.]

[He's quiet for a moment, tucking all but his eyes behind his knees, thinking.

Solitary has been very bad for him. Being left alone, ignored, with nothing but his thoughts and his failures is pretty much the worst thing you could do to him. Even still, it could have been so much worse. They could just leave him in here forever. They could just continue to pretend he doesn't exist in here, but they're not.

After a minute or two of consideration, he finally looks back at Claire again, and gives her a light nod.]

Okay.

You harmed people I care about. That won't be forgotten, but I doubt they would want this to be the end for you. You'll behave as we work together. Understood?

[Just to drive that point home.]

[He winces slightly, but nods.]

Yeah.

Everyone here wants to help you. Don't forget that.

[She stands, arms crossed at her middle. She's said what she's wanted to, and she doesn't see the point in beating a dead horse. It's clear he knows he fucked up.]

I doubt you'll be in here too long. We'll start once you're out.

O...kay.

[He trails off when Claire gets up, looking like she's about to leave. He can't help but look a little desperate as he tries to come up with something to say, some other question or complaint in order to get her to stick around longer, but comes up short. There's only one thing he can think of after a moment or two of false starts.]

You... don't know how much longer, then.

[She shakes her head.]

It won't be much longer. [She doesn't want him locked up for too long, either.] Try and get some sleep, Theo.

We'll see.

[Just before the door door closes behind her, though, he mutters something.]

Thanks. For... coming by.