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"Ruin? You seem to think I'm actively looking for you. One would think I would have found you a bit faster than the month its been since I've seen you. " Richard chuckled a bit, Jordan wasn't that big on his list of priorities although he found himself enjoying this strange encounter. Perhaps he just enjoyed a bit of mental sparring, an opponent as it were.
"There was an issue that I made a note to talk to you about when I bumped into you."

"Do you value honesty Jordan? I must say when you first arrived you struck me as understandably depressed but very good man. And now I hear reports that you've been lying to people." Richard remembered only that what described to him by Seth but Jordan seemed to have a done a complete one eighty in the personallity department. And that distrubed Richard, who completely overlooked his method of greeting as off putting. All that was a game. "This situation here is not exactly optimal as I'm sure you've noticed. A community has to be strong in these situations and built on trust. It doesn't help anyone if you violate that trust.

Richard half snorted half laughed, "Jordan I know your not a marine biologist. I know how you came here and how scared you were. Now you seem to be as arrogant as Moreau himself. And nearly as irrational."

"Why should you care," Richard parroted, incredulious. He looked around for a moment seeming to make sure Jordan and himself were occupying the same time and space. Once sure that Jordan was on the same planet and looked up into with a look of both dissaproval and pity. "Ignorance... no. I've met the man, I've interviewed him, he showed me his trueself and what his reasons for THIS." Richard gestured around them, at the island. "This is not a noble endevor."

Richard ignored the fear comment, he was not going to reveal to Jordan how scarred shitless he was of his own transformation. Instead he launched in the arguement. "Lets look at this shall we? You've been kidnapped and held here againist your will as has everyone else. That sounds like the definition of a prison to me. We are well treated but that doesn't make it right.

We are forced to undergo these disfiguring transformations that leave us screaming in pain. Thats tortorer. Thats not right. In some cases people die or go insane, thats not safe, the procedure is too dangerous for humans yet. It isn't safe.

And for what purpose? You know what Moreau said to me, why he was doing all this? Because he can. To show world that he can do what was thought impossible. He could have cured cancer, wiped out AIDs but instead he's decided that making poeple in to monsters is more entertaining. Well guess what, I don't think that reason is good enough. DO you really thing that its all worth it. The pain, the slippage of the mind, just to satifsy that man's ego? " Richard was glaring into Jordan's eyes, hopoe for some spark of conience.

Richard only felt satisfaction from Jordan's rising ire. Maybe he was getting through. He was still amazed at just how deeply Moreau had gotten under this guy's skin in such a short time. He saw the fist curl and felt his lips curl back and his hackles rise. He forced himself to relax, to appear calm. Only his rapidly twitching tail tip betrayed his apprehension, he would rather not be hit but he gotten to the point where Jordan couldn't rebut his argument, only shut down and through up the barriers. Well Richard was going to see how thick those walls were.

"Hiding behind a famous quote doesn't allow you ignore what goes Jordan. I could give you a hundred quotes talking about the value of independent thinking and the importance of individual responsibility. But I'm not going to because that would just distort the point." Richard stepped so he was within inches of Jordan and looked down at him. "The point is Jordan. That you know its still wrong. And nothing you or they can say will change that fundamental property of this place."

Richard took a step forward with every one that Jordan took back, emboldened by his retreat, urged on by the surge of power. "So is about loyalty is it? You'd blindly follow him like an abused puppy? Is that it?"

Richard loomed over Jordan, a primal growl rose through his throat. At his feet Jordan whimpered. It was so pathetic, he was so weak. He was that man that Richard had met before in the entertainment room. Jordan was prey. He knelt besides the desperate Jordan, grabbed his arm and whispered, "Don't let him shape you Jordan, Don't let him kill who you are. He doesn't have to win." His piece said, he let the dog man go. He had been thinking of his own transformation. That into a predatory monster. He had no idea how much he resembled that archtype at the moment.