[ In retrospect, maybe Blake's question was a dumb one. She still doesn't know much about SecUnit, but its name is an obvious clue to what it used to do before getting pulled here. Acting as security doesn't necessarily mean killing people, but...
There's something about SecUnit. A sadness, maybe. A withdrawn reservation. Blake can't quite put her finger on it, but she's intimately familiar with introverted socially awkward traumatized people; she knows exactly what that looks like.
Its reply makes her ears droop in sympathy. ]
No, they really don't.
[ There's a shared experience there, then. It's seen the same kind of exploitative mines that she has. Blake falls silent for a moment, the only sound around them the sigh of the wind and the sound of dirt filling in the grave. ]
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There's something about SecUnit. A sadness, maybe. A withdrawn reservation. Blake can't quite put her finger on it, but she's intimately familiar with introverted socially awkward traumatized people; she knows exactly what that looks like.
Its reply makes her ears droop in sympathy. ]
No, they really don't.
[ There's a shared experience there, then. It's seen the same kind of exploitative mines that she has. Blake falls silent for a moment, the only sound around them the sigh of the wind and the sound of dirt filling in the grave. ]
Did you... used to work at a mine?