Jorus Merrill
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Nobody really knew his current face, so he didn't get that many stares as the Judges offloaded him in one of the station's shuttlebays. The nearby concourse saw nobody but Judges bringing someone in for processing, just a kid in stained coveralls. Simple enough: he could admit some degree of vanity. He'd liberated this region. No point in sullying his good, or at least all-right, name more than was strictly necessary. Then again, he hadn't felt that way in the moment, when he'd been staring down Sedaire and a warrant. Odd to think that he might care more about the opinion of the generalized public than about what Sedaire thought of him.
He didn't resist as they offloaded him in his collar and cuffs. Another set of Judges, weatherbeaten people who'd made some effort to clean up for the formal surroundings, escorted him to an interview room. He knew this kind of room: behind one-way mirrors sat investigators with the authority to ask questions and make decisions about his future. Lovely.
Nobody really knew his current face, so he didn't get that many stares as the Judges offloaded him in one of the station's shuttlebays. The nearby concourse saw nobody but Judges bringing someone in for processing, just a kid in stained coveralls. Simple enough: he could admit some degree of vanity. He'd liberated this region. No point in sullying his good, or at least all-right, name more than was strictly necessary. Then again, he hadn't felt that way in the moment, when he'd been staring down Sedaire and a warrant. Odd to think that he might care more about the opinion of the generalized public than about what Sedaire thought of him.
He didn't resist as they offloaded him in his collar and cuffs. Another set of Judges, weatherbeaten people who'd made some effort to clean up for the formal surroundings, escorted him to an interview room. He knew this kind of room: behind one-way mirrors sat investigators with the authority to ask questions and make decisions about his future. Lovely.