[Hands in pockets, Byrne walks over to the machine, and suddenly his laid-back personality drains away as he gasps, taking a big step back. Thankfully he doesn't bump right into Simon.]
What the - $18 for a Swiss roll?! [WHO DROVE THESE PRICES THROUGH THE ROOF?]
Rather than cry to deaf ears over your financial burden, perhaps you should find someone to share it. As fate would have it, I'm feeling generous today.
[Who has two thumbs and not enough cash for the machine? This samurai. He speaks the words as if he is the devil trying to pitch a contract, though. I mean, it's the principle of the thing.]
Well, some people don't like coins weighing their wallets down. [He shrugs, and can't help but wonder if Manfred was like that - not liking bulging pockets the same way he didn't like prosecutors poking holes into their clothes with their badges.]
[There is a sharp intake of breath on Byrne's part as he notes Simon's dark expression. But being a prosecutor, he's used to these kinds of cases. It's just entirely new, splitting a Swiss roll with a prosecutor who, yes, stole someone's life.]
...I see. [He doesn't say anything more and feeds the machine with his own bills. At least, until his entire half is gone.] And...what, are you on parole or something?
However, you have no cause for alarm. I've been assigned a keeper whose job it is to curtail my homicidal urges. He is surely somewhere in this building even as we speak.
[The hawk notices that and stares back. Perhaps it's just paying attention to the things its master is.]
I'll just have to take your and the Chief Prosecutor's word for it.
[Byrne is fascinated by the hawk, though. A prosecutor sentenced for murder, guarded by a keeper...and accompanied by a hawk. And he thought Manfred was weird.]
The clink's rehabilitation program made it convenient enough, but Taka has been my companion since well before my fall from grace, and neither chains nor bars could ever impede upon the bond between us. In fact, with my situation being what it is, he's made a new nest right here in the courtroom.
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He casually reaches up to tap Simon on the shoulder. Prosecutors gotta eat too.]
Excuse me, will you be much longer?
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He peers over his shoulder.]
I am still pondering the possibilities. Feel free.
[And he steps aside! Look, he was a nice guy after all. So enjoy your $18 Swiss cake rolls I guess.]
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[Hands in pockets, Byrne walks over to the machine, and suddenly his laid-back personality drains away as he gasps, taking a big step back. Thankfully he doesn't bump right into Simon.]
What the - $18 for a Swiss roll?! [WHO DROVE THESE PRICES THROUGH THE ROOF?]
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They were never this expensive when I first shared one with my daughter...we should have a word with the higher-ups.
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[Who has two thumbs and not enough cash for the machine? This samurai. He speaks the words as if he is the devil trying to pitch a contract, though. I mean, it's the principle of the thing.]
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You're right. It's a deal. [He reaches into his pocket for his wallet.]
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Do you work here, perchance?
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I'm a prosecutor. And you?
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[Two of his dollars are in the form of quarters.]
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[He offers two dollars - in bills.]
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[People in this room who find Simon Blackquill funny: Simon Blackquill, Simon Blackquill's pet bird. His chains rattle as he laughs.]
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[Yeah no, what a joke coming from someone in chains. Byrne sighs.]
I hope that's really just a joke...
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[He snickers as he feeds quarters into the machine.]
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So...theft isn't the reason why you're in chains?
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[His expression is dark as he finishes putting in his money.]
Your half, if you please.
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...I see. [He doesn't say anything more and feeds the machine with his own bills. At least, until his entire half is gone.] And...what, are you on parole or something?
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[Pushes the button for the Swiss roll, and moves to take it from the machine when it drops.]
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[Byrne watches the Swiss roll drop from the machine, and watches it be picked up by Simon.]
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[Simon opens the package, removes his share, and holds out the other roll]
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[Byrne takes the Swiss roll gratefully with a nod.]
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[The hawk shows interest in the Swiss rolls, but he tsks and gives it pettings instead. The villain.]
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[He takes a bite out of his Swiss roll thoughtfully, but his eyes are on the hawk. Hmm, interesting. A hawk that shows interest in the roll.]
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[The hawk notices that and stares back. Perhaps it's just paying attention to the things its master is.]
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I'll just have to take your and the Chief Prosecutor's word for it.
[Byrne is fascinated by the hawk, though. A prosecutor sentenced for murder, guarded by a keeper...and accompanied by a hawk. And he thought Manfred was weird.]
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[So the question is, can a Yatagarasu judge someone for naming his bird "hawk" in Japanese?]
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Now that I think about it...considering the kind of prison we have, I'm not surprised you're allowed a hawk.
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[A laugh.]
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First trial. Butterflies in my stomach. But I'm sure the feeling isn't uncommon.