019. - Voice.

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I've been paired up again. Thanks for taking the hint, Admiral.

[Private to Slade.]
Hey, looks like I'm your new warden. Jason Bourne. Good to meet you.

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[Spam] - Gah, sorry, I practically passed out when I got back last night.

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"The basics - your name, your age, where you're from - and a little bit about what you did, why you're here. Nothing else."

[The question flashed through Bourne's mind again - does the Admiral keep files on wardens? He must, otherwise how could they be chosen - and it didn't make him any more comfortable with the idea of a file containing all the details of his life, from the childhood he couldn't remember to the confrontation with Hirsch in SRD. And perhaps everything he had done here, as well.

Yeah, that was gonna keep him up nights. An invisible, mysterious force who couldn't drive a spaceboat to save his life with knowledge of quite possibly everyone and everything that had ever existed.]

[Spam] - LJ did not send me this notif. B| /smacks it

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[The basics. It was a rather vague sort of answer so he couldn't accurately judge how much Bourne actually knew. Not that it really mattered since, eventually, he would know everything. It irritated him, the inevitability of having his life experiences dissected under a microscope, especially since he already knew why he was here.

For years, he'd been slipping, not in terms of skill but rather his code of ethics. Whether it was bitterness, futility, or something else, somewhere along the line, he'd stopped caring -- or rather, stopped caring enough. He'd crossed lines of his own making, and it just didn't seem to matter. Not really. Every now and again, it bothered him, true, but not enough to really change.

This issue wasn't that he couldn't see the problem. It was that he didn't have the motivation to do anything about it. Maybe things would have been different given a little more time, but as of this moment, any desire he might have had to graduate was non-existent. He wouldn't say it, but the sentiment was there nonetheless.]

I'd rather you kept it to yourself.

[An unnecessary comment, maybe, but as he was still fairly certain that Tim would want a look at his file, it bore mentioning at the very least.]

[Spam] - Bad LJ, no biscuit!

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"It's your file." [This statement was intended as an acceptance of Slade's wish.

He'd been uncomfortable enough with the little they had been revealing about him on the news. He hadn't known about his previous life for three years. What gave the rest of the damn country the right to learn his real name, his rank, where he'd gone to college? What gave them the right to learn those details just by turning on the TV when he'd had to fight so hard to learn them for himself? Like hell he was going to publish Slade's file - or tell anyone anything about it without explicit permission.

Bourne was very big on privacy.]

"What's in there is strictly between us unless you give me your permission to share it out."

[Spam] - Or cookies.

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[He gave the other man an appraising look, convinced despite himself regarding Jason's sincerity on the matter. Honestly, he hadn't expected anything less, but confirmation was always good to have.

Considering for a moment, he...honestly couldn't think of anything else to say or ask. He wasn't going to bring up the deal -- it was Drake's idea so he'd have to sell it -- and at this stage, having a 'heart to heart' didn't really seem likely. For all the information Jason had on him, it didn't change the fact that they were strangers. It would be a long time before he felt otherwise, if he ever did.

There was a pause, silent acknowledgment of Bourne's promise hanging in the air, in his look, before he answered.]

Anything else?

[He figured his warden had at least some expectations; otherwise, there wasn't a point.]

[Spam] - Precisely.

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[To be honest, Bourne's expectations after his last inmate were pretty low. He shrugged, maintaining eye contact with Slade.

He had a feeling they understood each other pretty well.]

[Spam]

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[Oddly enough, they did understand each other. Details wouldn't be forthcoming, of course, not for a while, but the fact that they shared similar backgrounds put them on more common ground. It was odd, ironic even, whom the Admiral had deigned to assign to him. As always, though, he'd keep it to himself.

The silence hung for a moment longer, awkward and stagnant before he decided to answer.]

I'll see you later.

[Assuming they were done, at least for now, he gave Bourne the time to say whatever else he wanted to before turning to leave. Nothing had really changed, but for now, it was enough.]