I Totally Can

"You can't just give up after you drop a bomb on me like that, you have to help me solve what's going on here." Rolando resisted the urge to just shift out of the apartment, to shift and keep shifting until he was far away.

"Look dad told me all sorts of things about magic, volumes of things, he told me once if I ran into necromancy just run, don't walk, don't screw around, just run, and so I am, that's it Simon this is all you, I'm going back in sanctuary and you can work this shit out on your own, here's a spoiler though you won't." Rolando even reshackled himself and waited by the door.

"Can you do something with him Therod?" Simon didn't want Rolando, but now that he was here and at least knew something of what was going on she needed him at least for now.

"No Detective, he outranks me." Simon slumped, but she still called her men to come retrieve the Lieutenant, she couldn't actually make him get involved in the investigation and he whole heartedly did not want to be. Still at least she now had a new thread to pluck which was more than she had before, though not a lot more and it was the worst thread ever, that being a necromantic one. So she stood there in the apartment one of the suns going down behind her in the blood spattered luxury and wept.

***

"You can help you just choose not to."

"I liked it better when you were this mute person who suffered a huge trauma Therod." They were back in Sanctuary now, Therod had been on Rolando none stop since he had gotten back.

"Don't you throw my shit back at me, you don't want to do something hard so you ignore it."

"Do you know what necromancy even is? What it does? My father sure as gods does and he told me to avoid it, so I'm avoiding it, forgive me for not wanting to have my life force ripped out of me."

"You will never be forgiven Lieutenant, I hope you know that." Therod left his room and Rolando punched a wall. Its not that he didn't want to help, he did, to an extent. He just remembered the terror his father had in his eyes when he went over the dangers of death magic, and he recalled as a boy never wanting to be involved with it ever, and yet here he was trapped between doing nothing or risking it all. For a moment he longed to be with his dad running guns and being terrible.