coming clean

[xiii_legion]

Raven awakes to a steady litany of gods and goddesses being repeated in a panicked voice somewhere near her feet. "Janus, Sancus, Portunes, Mors... fucking Neptune, I'll give you my left bollock if it means you'll listen to me just this once - it was an accident, I swear, you have to believe me, I wouldn't have done it if I had known. I'm a faithful servant of the gods, you know that - sure, I haven't always found the time to make a sacrifice when I should've, but I'm a busy man and I meant to, honest. I'll get the replicator to give me a fatted calf, just... don't strike me down for this. It's only been a couple weeks and she said it might take years before I was ready to see Eirene. Just give me that chance, Jupiter, and I swear you won't regret it."

The voice - which is unmistakeably Pullo's - falls silent, though there's a certain amount of low moaning and shuffling from the end of the bed to show he's still working himself up over his 'crime'.

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[born_guilty]

She opens her eyes, at first furious that she's been shunted into quarantine once again before realizing she's in her quarters. No-- not hers. Pullo's.

Blinking, Raven raises her head and sees the top of his, the memory of the fight beginning to trickle back as she hears him list the entire Roman pantheon in a grief-laden voice.

She lets her head fall back and hit the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. He knocked you out.

I'll get the replicator to give me a fatted calf, just--

Her eyes flutter shut; she heaves a sigh. Figures she lets it drag on this long for laughs and ends up getting her ass handed to her, hoisted by her own petard. Maybe Pullo really does have some heavensent help, but it's not this blue broad, and it's time he learned the jig is up.

"Pullo..."