Altair: Oh yeah, I know all about him as well…that everything was a big fat fudging lie.
Ume: Altair…
Altair: Stop… don’t touch me right now.
Ume: I… didn’t want you to be hurt like that. You’ve already been through enough. I was trying to protect you.
Altair: Were you planning on telling me any of this?
Ume: Honestly? No. I wasn’t. I didn’t think you needed to know any of it… not yet anyway.
Altair: What the hell, Ume? That’s my father who you are building a case against. Don’t you think I deserve a heads up? Maybe, hey Altair, you know your father? He’s actually some crime lord and may or may not be responsible for the murder of the father of your child.
Ume: I–
Altair: It’s not important.
Ume: Fudge, Altair. It’s an open investigation. It’s not like the information in there is just for anyone to know about. You can get me in a lot of trouble for having that.
Altair: …[quiet] It was left for me. I don’t know where it came from.
Altair: Do you care to explain this?
Ume: It helps if you tell me what I’m explaining.
Altair: This… it’s the case file for Foxglove… the case against my family that you conveniently haven’t told me you were fudging lead investigator on.
Ume: Where did you get that?
Altair: That’s a pretty messed up reason to turn someone’s world on its head.
Sirius: Maybe so, but it’s the reason I got. What about you? What are you going to do with what I gave you?
Altair: Honestly? I don’t have a fudging clue. Right now I’m just pissed off.
Altair: You’re right though. I’m not going to do anything. As much as this hurts to learn about, I appreciate that you are being honest with me. It doesn’t seem like that’s a courtesy that anyone else has granted me.
Sirius: Glad to have been of service.
Altair: I still don’t quite understand why you’re doing this though. What could you possibly gain from all of this?
Sirius: I find you interesting.
Altair: … isn’t this risky, though? Telling me all of this. I do happen to live with the detective whose files you’ve commandeered. What’s to say I won’t just turn you over to him?
Sirius: Call it a hunch, but I don’t think you will.
Altair: That’s putting a lot of faith in a person you barely know.
Sirius: I know a lot more about you than you realize.
Altair: That’s just fudging creepy.
Altair: Was Foxglove a problem you fixed?
Sirius: Do you really want to know the answer to that question?
Altair: I think you just gave it to me.
Altair: What is it that you do for my father anyway…?
Sirius: Hmm… I guess you could say I’m a fixer of sorts. If there’s a problem, I take care of it. It’s mostly cleaning up other’s messes.
Altair: Are those problems… people?
Sirius: Sometimes.
Altair: [nervous laugther] Sounds like a bad mob movie.
Sirius: That’s not an entirely inaccurate way to look at it…
Sirius: Are you okay?
Altair: I feel like my whole life has been a lie… I know you told me all of this the other day but seeing it on paper like this. It makes it too real. I guess I was hoping it’s some kind of a cruel joke…
Sirius: What purpose would it even serve for me to make any of this up?
Altair: I don’t know… I just… wish it wasn’t. It feels surreal. Like it’s someone else’s life I’m reading about.
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