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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

Cathair chuckled softly. "She'd probably would've liked you," he said. "Until you disagreed with her. Then it would've been like two cats in a bag, I'm certain." He dearly loved his mother, but she hadn't taken anyone challenging her authority but her own tyrant of a father. Which was likely where he'd learned his own command style from. Taking orders from anyone but his mother or grandfather had never sat well with him. After he'd left home, he'd been bad about taking order period.

He understood how she felt there as well. He wished with all his heart they'd started with him. There were so many other people here that didn't deserve any of this shite. "Just save a bit for me, all right?" he suggested wryly. That was a cause worth fighting for, protecting the others around them.

Taken aback by her suddenly taking advantage of his sitting next to her, Cath was really too startled to protest or do much about it. He propped himself up on his hands and looked down at her. "Comfy, are we?"

No, he wasn't going to ask her to move. Partially because she wouldn't likely do it anyway, and if she did, she'd thump him and take offense. And the other reason was it was nice. Cathair had never met anyone he could relate to. Ever. He was nothing like most of the members of his cell, and he certainly had very little in common with innocent, everyday people. How much he and Eden were alike was almost as disturbing as it was comforting.

"You've got a better suggestion?" he asked her. "I'd rather try and fail, then leave people to suffer alone because it might not work." Right, that should be obvious considering how he'd spent the last ten years of his life doing.

"No," he immediately vetoed her plan. "Because if it's considered violating the rules, then I'd rather be in the pool of people to be punished than excluded from it. Besides, it happened to you. And all they know, I'm a book keeper from Ireland who's old fashioned and bad with animals. The last thing we need is to become suspicious of each other."