this is where it started for me.

[Private to the Admiral.]

You bastard. You utter bastard.

He was one of the good guys. He had a chance to get out of here the good way, to graduate. He had a chance. Hell, he was better than most of the wardens here. You know, I've never been clear on graduation. How does it work? Whose standards are they held to? Yours? Mine? Do you just pick pairings at random out of a hat or do you actively work to prolong their suffering? And where the hell do they go when we fail? Hell? Nothingness? Another Barge, to start the whole goddamn process over again?

Maybe I could have helped him. Damn you, it would have made more sense than putting me with David. All I did was damage both of us further. I ruined it. I could have helped both of them and I ruined it.

Is this some kind of joke to you?

Fuck you. Just...fuck you.

[Public. Text.]

He's an arbitrary son-of-a-bitch.