END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

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[ss_buttcrack]

"I didn't see you doing better. Maybe I should have threatened to eat her face off, huh?"

[teethoftherisk]

"I don't volunteer for jobs I suck at." He says, striding away mid-answer to finish passing on a message.

But he comes back around, giving Crichton a chance to snipe back.

[ss_buttcrack]

Crichton has been stewing on his reply and it shows. "I don't break my contracts when I make them."

[teethoftherisk]

Well that gets him to stop, Siffleur turning to look directly at Crichton.

"You agree with her that Friday deserved what happened to her? That being forced to serve our captor made her a target? Or maybe, you agree that Friday doesn't feel things, so what happened to her wasn't torture?" His voice is low but steady, making it clear that everything said before was mostly in jest but this is serious. "You think I should honour a contract with someone who thinks she gets to decide who counts as a person?"

[ss_buttcrack]

"This may come as a shock to you, but no, I didn't agree with every single thing Lieutenant Tayrey said or did. But I did agree that Friday needed to be distracted for our plan to work. That's all it was supposed to be." Friday wasn't supposed to be hurt by it. He never wanted that. The faceless construct of a woman freaks him out sometimes but he wasn't in lockstep with Ari about her not counting as a person.

"I think what you did to Tayrey was fives times worse than what we did to Friday and you knew that."

[teethoftherisk]

"If you think what I did to Tayrey is worse than what you did to Friday, then you don't think Friday's a person." Blunt and to the point. Siffleur left Tayrey looking brutalized, but he has no doubt she was able to think and speak like normal right up until the Nothing took her. If only Friday could say the same.

"Again, you think I should honour a contract with someone who thinks she gets to decide who counts as a person - and who decided that the woman who just helped me escape didn't count."

[ss_buttcrack]

"You were eating her alive!!" He doesn't know how that's even a debate. Obviously, that's worse.

"You're insane. You're actually insane if you think those two things are in any way equal."

[teethoftherisk]

"You damaged Friday's ability to think and speak." He snaps back, a snarl low in his throat. "You took her quickness from her."

It's clear to Siffleur how much worse that is to him. He's been eaten before. But the thought of losing part of his mind, forced to sit there quietly while struggling to make his body say words? That was a nightmare beyond compare.

"I have never claimed sanity, but I am more sane than you. The woman you defend was selfish and delusional. She knew Friday had never been free of the Captain and hurt her all the same, all because she thought her way was the only one. Now look where her plans have brought us." He taps a claw on the cell bars that Crichton is still behind. "The woman I defend, the woman who was the Captain's first victim, is the one who has freed me and given us a chance. So fuck you, fuck Tayrey, and fuck every one of you who helped torture Friday. You chose wrong."

[ss_buttcrack]

"We did, and I'm sorry it had to be that way but, dammit Siffleur, how many people have you done that to, huh? Why does it suddenly matter more when it's Friday doing the suffering?" He doesn't think Friday wants to be doing this any more than any of them do, but he will not stand here and be lectured by a frelling cannibal about right and wrong.

"Maybe I did choose wrong, but at least I made a choice and stuck to it. Come find me if we live through this and we can settle things once and for all but until then get the fuck out of my face."

[teethoftherisk]

He's a Father through and through - no actual apology, no real acknowledgement of the pain they caused Friday, just more excuses. It doesn't matter that they hurt Friday first, only that Siffleur finished the fight in away that Crichton finds disgusting. There is no reasoning with a man like Crichton, for he will always shift the goal posts.

He tips his head up, looking Crichton in the eye, and makes him a promise.

"If we escape, I will find a way to visit another universe where your mother is alive, and I will woo her, and I will give her a son she can be proud of."

Then he gets the fuck out of Crichton's face like he wants.

[ss_buttcrack]

"You sick son of a bitch! Who even thinks of doing that?!"

He searches around in a blind rage, but the only thing he has on hand (literally) is that sock. So he balls it up and launches it at Siffleur's back.

"FRELL YOU!"