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[ so much of what robb is and what he intends is lost in translation. he is a king even hear, a stark though he has gone far from the north. the distance does not excuse him from his duty, for does he not have need of an heir? does he not need a woman to take to wife? what is he now, what options does he have?

robb stark loves lucrezia borgia, and perhaps all aboard this ship know it. but there is duty to be attended to before he can indulge anything else. robb is silent in return, shakes his head though the motion cannot be seen. ]

About my duty, though I know matters of honor do not please you to hear.

[Matters of honour don't please Riddick to hear at all, same as duty, because neither of them have got any place out here. They're just rules men set for themselves, rules that don't hold up, rules that get you killed. And he could just tell Robb exactly what he's told him before: his duty means shit, here. Instead, his voice just grows more amused.]

Bullshit. This was about your duty, you'd know what to do already.

Would I? This is not Westeros. In Westeros I know what is required of me. Here, all is different.

[ there's tension in his voice. on the other side of the feed his face is hot with embarassment, and it puts something close to anger in it when he continues. ]

You find it funny, what I've asked.

Find it funny you're asking me.

[But now Robb sounds close to pitching a fit, and Riddick thinks he should just hang up. He had no responsibility for this kid or his life, never put himself up as someone to come to for advice. If he answers, he's only setting it up further, making it seem like this is acceptable. But something about it seems so fucking stupid, Robb asking like it isn't clear, like he's going to be stuck waiting for what's required of him for who knows how long, if Riddick doesn't lay it out for him.]

You already got your answer. This isn't your world. You're gonna die here. Or maybe, you get lucky, disappear one jump. Think she's gonna get pulled back with you?

[It wasn't exactly a sentiment Riddick showed with many, but he knew how the ship was a second chance for some. Knew how they weren't looking to waste it. As much as he knew the importance of patience, of plans, waiting, in the end there was always only one thing to do: move forward.]

Gonna have plenty of chances to die, Stark. Might as well live, make them worth it.

[ there's a long pause while robb considers his words. he asked riddick because he knew he would receive his opinion laid out bluntly. riddick had never dressed up his words in gilt and honey, nor did he especially care for robb's happiness. they were words robb needed to hear, perhaps.

he'd not call it council. riddick would perhaps not like to hear such a thing applied to him. ]

Is that what you do aboard this vessel? Make your last days worth it?

[That gets the amused tone back in Riddick's voice, but it's darker now. Heavier. Like he's stating a fact, but there's a tinge of something bitter to it.]

Gonna take a lot more than this vessel to kill me.