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INF: Fiear? It’s me, I need to talk to you and I’m not coming up there.
BRI: Hope you’re not expecting me to come down there, kiddo. Cuz that ain’t happening.
INF: Great, I’d rather you didn’t. Are you listening? We need to talk med supplies.
BRI: Still on that, huh?
INF: Well yes, your arm is making the slowest recovery in history, and I’m still your doctor. Unfortunately.
BRI: You’re welcome to stop anytime. Really. Please do.
INF: You would be dead in a day.
BRI: It’s a risk I’m willing to take.
INF: That figures. But we need to restock the infirmary first. Gauze, dressings, pain medication … most of it for you. Do you we have the means to do that yet?
BRI: You know, it’s rude to ask a man about his finances.
INF: So that’s a no then? Look, we need the supplies. If we don’t have the funds, I can pay for them.
BRI: No. It’s fine. What do you think I’ve been doing these past few weeks, just laying around? I can afford some damn bandages…
INF: I estimated some costs. These things don’t run cheap. Really, I can cover this.
BRI: I said no, I mean no. I don’t need your damn charity, alright?
INF: It’s not — [transmission silence] Fine. If you really think so. Where’s the next place we’re stopping, then?
BRI: Gotta drop in a couple days on Hayden. Market there’s not terrible. Can probably find what you want.
INF: Never heard of it. But that sounds workable. So while you’re doing whatever it is you do, I’ll find a supply shop and pick up what we need.
BRI: Aha. Ha. Ha. No, I don’t think so.
INF: Excuse me?
BRI: I’m not just gonna hand you a pile of credits and let you go off buying a bunch of shit we don’t need. No thanks.
INF: Why? Wait. [laughter] You think I’m going to rip you off? Steal your hard-earned money?
BRI: Oh I wouldn’t imagine you’d be brave enough to try that, no. Loosely interpreting the definition of ‘necessity’ though? Yes. Yes, absolutely.
INF: You must be even more desperate for cash than I thought, captain, if that’s what you think of me. What exactly am I supposed to do then?
BRI: Not my problem. Guess you’re shit outta luck.
INF: Alright then. So the next time Cyrus is poisoned or shot, I’ll just shrug and say, sorry, can’t do anything, your brother didn’t want me to stock the infirmary —
BRI: Alright alright. Fine. You can buy your dumb supplies. I’ll just…come with you I guess.
BRI: What? If you were more trustworthy, maybe I wouldn’t have to. It’s your fault.
INF: Yes, genius, it’s my fault you got shot weeks before I even came aboard. Yes. But, fine, come with, if giving me money will keep you up at night.
BRI: Not likely, but I can think of at least four other ways you could make that happen.
INF: You’re a pig. I’d rather put a gun to my head. So are we done here?
INF: Good. So you’ll come with and we’ll get supplies on Hayden.
BRI: My excitement is immeasurable.
INF: Mine too. It’s been painful talking to you as always, captain.
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