"Probation isn't enough. Tommy is--he hasn't apologized once. He's spent this whole meeting insulting us. You're his friend, right, Toby?"

"I am, yes."

"Then you know he's not going to stop. Tommy is Tommy. He likes pissing people off, riling them up. He's like--a little annoying bug. He's not going to learn respect in two weeks. If you want to be associated with someone who goes around antagonizing senior enclavers--I mean, look, you want to think about it, that's fine. We can take a few days, cool off, I expect him to deliver the fabric back. If we come back and Tommy's saying the same thing, and you're still pushing for a compromise, we can... I'll have some stuff to say. If you change your mind, and decide you don't want his actions associated with you--I think that's probably the best thing to do--we're fine. And if you don't change your mind, we can... We can talk about it. Right now, it looks like you and your whole study group--support what he did. And I don't think that's the best idea for any of you, to, to enable him."

Fuck.

"We can... we can talk about it in three days, then."

"Great. Same time and place?"

"That works for me, yes."

"Great. 2nd of December. I will--I will see you then."

And Clay and his two friends leave.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

"Toby, you're not--you're not actually going to be monitoring me, right? Not like--I mean, obviously we both watch each other's backs--this is fucking insane, it's humiliating."

"Did you--did you hear what Clay said? If you don't change in three days, they won't just be taking action against you, they'll be taking action against me, against the entire study group. Because you wanted a piece of fabric. You've done enough! You couldn't even stop insulting them for five minutes! You don't realize that your actions have consequences, guess what, they do!"

"I know my actions have consequences."

"Well, Clay says he has more stuff to say."

"What the fuck does that even mean."

"Hell if I know."

"This is all starting to seem a little... A little much."

"Yeah, I would--I would say so!"

"Fine, fine, I'll stop then. From now on, I won't--I'm sorry, alright?"

"Okay. That's, that's good."

"--Hold on." KNIFE. THERE IS A MAL AND IT IS BEING STABBED WITH TOMMY'S KNIFE. DIE, BITCH, DIE.

Okay. It was not that big of a mal. They're fine now. Also Toby's laughing, which is better!

"Goddamnit. That mal really just--ruined our moment."

"A little bit."

"Honestly, Tommy, I'm--I don't want to do this, you know I don't. Just promise me that--you'll work with me, to help get you out of trouble without putting all of us, including you, in more danger, okay? Just promise me that."

"I didn't do that thinking that--that Clay was going to--"

"You have to think about the consequences."

"I don't want to--I don't want to hurt any of you, that's not what I want to do, you know I want to stay with you, Toby. That would be--I hated that, just now, when you were... The worst thing in the world right now would be for some fucking bitch to tear us apart."