Quick Confessions

"Quick Confessions" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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The rebel sergeant sighed as he sat down across from Opie, who had just been dumped off by Beatrice at the guard station. “Alright…Opie yeah?” He said in greeting. “The names Goat III, I’ll be processing your…rearrest is it? Sorry the Chief can’t talk to you herself, she’s a bit busy.”
“That’s okay…” Opie said distractedly. “I confess.” 
Goat frowned a touch. “You confess? Do you know what you’re being accused of?”
“Sure…” Opie said. “The attack against Darien Whiteland’s leg…I did it…”
Goat carefully pulled out some paper and began to write. He seemed skeptical, as he was with most quick confession, to say nothing of the circumstances of this one. “Uh huh…and how did you do it?”
“I posed as a beggar to draw him in, and then shot his leg.”
“And where did you get the gun?”
“I stole it out of Dixie’s room while he was preparing his attack against the renegade night furies.”
Goat pressed his lips together, and then bit the edge of it as he turned a page in his notes. “Why…did you do it…?”
Opie folded his hands. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Yes but…specifically, why?”  
Opie gave him an odd look, and then leaned forward. “I did it…because it was Darien, Whiteland…” He enunciated. The half breed then rested back in his chair. “Will I be punished?”
Goat gave a thin exhale through his nose. “Are you worried?”
“Not really…” Opie admitted. “Dying would suck…and I don’t want to be away from my dad…Aside from that…”
The guard shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. He maimed what used to be our greatest enemy…but he made it clear he wasn’t out to kill him. To separate him from his family or execute him would be out of the question. However, clearly he can’t be trusted in just house arrest…more likely than not he’ll have to spend a time in the cells and working in the new reformation area before he’s allowed to be put on house arrest again, just to see how serious his risk for reoffence is…this still doesn’t feel right. By all rights, his story checks out, and makes sense. Too much sense…but if he’s not going to say anything more than what he said now, then that’s it, case closed…
He stood up. “Well…I don’t think you’ll have to worry about execution, and more likely than not you’ll be able to be with your dad, provided he’s comfortable moving into the jail or reformation camp…anyways, I get you in a transition cell in the meantime, we can sort the rest of this out later.”
“Sure.” Opie said casually. “A cell…would be just fine…”