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I don't have an engine, unfortunately.

I've got plenty of electronics you can tinker with, if you want.

Like my little tv?

I'm not too bad with that neither but I'm not as good with that kind of thing.

Sounds like it'd be good to have some practice. I can give you a basic toolkit and some old things I've picked up in ports or from floods.

I like to tinker. I had to figure it out but I wasn't bad at it. And I used to work on my chainsaw myself.

Was my chainsaw in the file?

Mentioned in passing.

Do you want a copy of your file?

Don't need it. Might not be bad to know what's in it. I can tell you if you have questions. I don't know if Arthur told you, but I don't intend to hide anything.

I know.

I'll work on getting some electronics together.

I have been meaning to ask about your cabin. You are still welcome to stay in my cabin, but is there anything from your cabin you'd like to bring over?

Haven't seen it.

But I've never had anything but my TV.

Let's go find it.

How do we do that?

Let's walk the halls, see if any doors are new to me or look familiar to you.

Okay. I'm here whenever you got the time.

Meet me by the door to the deck. We can start on level 1.

Oh.

Hmm.

Right.

I'll be there.

[ And he will, eyes furtive and tucked up in a corner somewhat out of sight. ]

"Hey Max!" Sheehan says with a smile, greeting him when he steps out of the elevator not a minute later.

He has two lidded cups in his hands and he reaches up to give one to Max. "It's tea," he tells him brightly, genuinely glad to see him up and about.

Max gives a smile to Sheehan, glad to see him, glad to have him there and he'll take the tea carefully between his hands with a quick nod. He shifts his grip so he can hold it with one as he types out with the other.

Thanks

Before he looks to him to lead.

Sheehan sips at his tea and nods, reading the communicator before he walks. "You've gotten pretty good at that," he points out. "Is it better to have people understanding you?"

He shrugs. He's not sure.

Some people I'm glad I can talk to. Other people, there's no point.

He keeps walking and takes a sip carefully.

If someone said they wanted to hook me since I hooked them, would you let me let them?

Sheehan looks over at the text and sighs. "No, Max. I wouldn't like that at all. Hurt can't be healed by opening more wounds, and people need to stop pursuing violent revenge."

Apologies ain't enough. Or they think I'm lying. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.

He sighs. "It's true that an apology isn't enough. You need to show that this isn't going to happen again. Maybe you can help think of ways to prevent this from happening again. And there are people who won't accept that and, Max, that's their right. They don't have to forgive you."

I don't expect forgiveness.

But they want something. But I don't know what they want.

"What they want is retribution. What they want is to see you hurting because you hurt them. And that's not acceptable," he tells him firmly as he drinks his tea.

Then what can I do if an apology ain't enough?

"You do better," he answers. "You keep your nose clean. Do the work, work on yourself. Acknowledge that you hurt people. But do not let them hurt you back," he tells him firmly.

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