05-20-2014, 10:34 PM
Drayson nodded slightly, and pulled the chair from the opposite side of the table. He brought it around and sat so he was on the same side as Peter, facing the young man with no barrier between them. He sipped his own coffee black, and winced with a grin at the heat of the foul brew. Whomever had made the pot that day seemed to prefer especially strong brews.
He slipped his Wallet back into his pocket, and looked to Peter curiously for a moment, as if trying to glean some sort of insight on the man. Another sip of coffee and he sat forward slightly on his seat, closing the distance between the two of them, "What are your plans for your future, Peter? More of the same? Am I going to read about you in the paper a year or two down the road?"
They were going to move the man to a new district and let him go free, despite everything the man had done already. Drayson would hold to the deal; they were after the big fish, not the workers. But it didn't sit well with him that they were going to do all this, and Peter would just fall back into the same sort of life. His sort ended up dead long before they reached the top, which was a waste. The man had the desire to climb higher, but wasn't willing to do the work or take the responsibility.
"You could do better, you know. Programs for higher education. Trades and skills training."
He doubted Peter would take it, doubted the man would ever actually amount to anything other then worm food or a convenient scapegoat, but he insisted on at least trying.
He slipped his Wallet back into his pocket, and looked to Peter curiously for a moment, as if trying to glean some sort of insight on the man. Another sip of coffee and he sat forward slightly on his seat, closing the distance between the two of them, "What are your plans for your future, Peter? More of the same? Am I going to read about you in the paper a year or two down the road?"
They were going to move the man to a new district and let him go free, despite everything the man had done already. Drayson would hold to the deal; they were after the big fish, not the workers. But it didn't sit well with him that they were going to do all this, and Peter would just fall back into the same sort of life. His sort ended up dead long before they reached the top, which was a waste. The man had the desire to climb higher, but wasn't willing to do the work or take the responsibility.
"You could do better, you know. Programs for higher education. Trades and skills training."
He doubted Peter would take it, doubted the man would ever actually amount to anything other then worm food or a convenient scapegoat, but he insisted on at least trying.