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Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,

It wasn't that Aiden genuinely approved of stealing. It made him a little uncomfortable, frankly, to know that they were going to be busy divesting people of their goods in order to survive. But it wasn't him doing the actual stealing, was it? And it was to keep from dying! The building was at fault. And it wasn't like they were going to be taking from people who desperately needed it. A party like that meant the Depression hadn't hit yet, probably. The city didn't look too awful, even in the rising light. So what they were doing wasn't all that bad. Hell, it could be worse. Much worse.

So you keep saying, sighed Van Helsing wearily. You can find every reason to divest yourself of wrongdoing, my boy, but in the end the guilt will never completely leave you.

At the mention of shaving, Aiden instinctively ran a hand over his face and was vaguely surprised to find stubble. It hadn't even occurred to him in the jail that he might need to shave. Getting rid of that would help, yes, and a hat, sure, that would be nice. Completely new clothes, too. Who walked around in a suit for no reason?

"Probably new clothes for the both of us," he suggested, stuffing his hands in the jacket pockets and curling his fingers into fists to keep them warm. "And that sounds fine." A man who knew what he was doing in a logical, orderly fashion. Doctor Jasper Archer ... medical, or academic? He'd have to ask once they were settled. It was too cold for any really thoughtful discussions right now.