I Know What You Did Because I'm Smart

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Dixie glanced around the safe house as Blunt stood across from him with folded arms. “How very…like Scruffy to have a place such as this. It’ll make an excellent place to hide and house half breed refugees. Protective and camouflage wards by the Weaver himself…Your man is such a dear.”
Blunt didn’t say a word, and just starred his cousin down.
Dixie squinted a little, and then tsked once. “A horrible turn of events. But I have relief supplies heading to the rebellion in troves. As much as I can afford for free, and a discount for the rest. I intend to only make enough of a profit to replenish the depleted charity stock, and pay for my…task forces. Anyone they catch complying with that ridiculous ‘kill on sight’ order will have their head’s pasted and remains sent home in a box before they have time to reconsider the error of their ways…” He paused as the uncomfortable silence returned. “Oh good heavens Blunt what is it? Why are we here?” 
“So you can talk freely.” Blunt told him, and motioned at the walls. “This place is nearly invisible, impervious to sounds escaping to the outside…I want you to, at least once, admit what you did…” 
Dixie lowered his casually raised hand. “Oh? A confession? Pray tell cousin, what on earth do you mean?” 
“You know what Dixie, others treating me as a fool is fine, that’s what I present, and that’s what I like. But you’re different. You call me an oaf and dimwitted, but I’m as smart  as you are and you know it.” 
Dixie barked a laugh. “Oh my, this is rich. What a claim. And what makes you think that?”
Blunt’s fingers tightened on his arms. “Because I’ve been thinking about Opie’s arrest…and something else that Sweetbutt had talked to me about a while ago that I didn’t consider connected to anything…until now.” He began to pace a bit. “I kept asking myself, what would I do, if I were you…”
“If you were me doing what?” Dixie asked in a brazen challenge, only there was a small element of vulnerability behind the words. 
“Taking revenge against Darien.” Blunt answered, and Dixie’s expression soured. The larger man held up a finger. “Sweetbutt, Akkey, and I…we all changed a lot. We all went from bad people, to better people. Seeing Darien do the same made us see him differently than how you see him. It’s no mystery you wanted retribution for the genocide he caused. You don’t relate-”
“Yes, pardon me for not relating to the likes of Darien.” Dixie interrupted. “By the way, lovely perpetuated mess that we’re dealing with to this day on account of him.”
“You exploited Opie.” Blunt accused flatly, and didn’t let his cousin’s interruption take him off track. “You left your gun, and he stole it, just as you instructed him. He used it to attack Darien, and went on the run to maintain the element that this all wasn’t just a set up. You ‘discovered your weapon missing’ at a moment where you could have been killed by not having it, and reported it missing immediately, to deliberately link yourself to the crime. You’d be confronted, but there wouldn’t be enough evidence to convict, and in a twisted way, you’d seem more innocent by appearing as the initial suspect, only to be dismissed later…you used the rebellion’s mercy against them. There’s no way they will, or even could, give Opie a punishment even close to the severity Darien, or Indigo got. Especially since no one died.” He gave him a s tern look. “Am I wrong?”
Dixie leaned forward menacingly. “Why would Opie agree to something insane like that? I took exception of his and his father’s situation sure, but it wasn’t personal. So why would I even seek him out?”
“Because you had the one thing he wanted. A chance for revenge. You found Rhenco…his tormentor, and traded his location to Opie in exchange for the job. Opie is smart too, he knew he’d get away with it. What makes it worse in some ways, is that because of your, often valid I’ll admit, criticisms, you and Grey managed to create something that fully utilized the rebellions lenient approach to matters, while still ensuring victim safety and justice. You literally exploited the last loophole before it was permanently patched up…You deny it?”
Dixie didn’t say anything.
Blunt gave an annoyed hiss. “Come on Dixie. The Brotherhood can’t hear you in here. Yeah, I know about them, Stonegit told me, and I’m figuring they threw a wrench in your gears in a way that forced you to take this convoluted approach.” His shoulders lessoned their tension a bit. “There’s only one reason you’d be willing to be so quiet over something, even if you erased all the evidence…and that’s if you were hurting…”
Dixie strode forward with a flare in his eyes. “Hurting? Try practicality. Let me tell you a little something about whether or not something is worth confessing to Blunt Elmiss.” He pushed a finger into his chest as he tilted his chin up at him. “You think I’d risk admitting to this insane conspiracy theory of yours for even a second? Based on everything I’ve seen? I make a bounty against a man who murdered hundreds of thousands, and the next day an innocent secretary almost gets his throat slit over people who ‘support the rebellion.’ I see the charred bodies of people, and children, I knew, people and children I was supposed to take care of. I spoke softly and I was scorned. I spoke louder and I was shut down. I became angry in my approach, and I was seen as a greater enemy than the man who killed all those people! Why?! I know why! Donz…Donz! Donz! DONZ! That name, thrown in my face time and time again, as if I were somehow Orskaf!”
He paced away as he threw his hands over his head. “Oh but then there was you. You, you perfect angel. You loveable trickster. You, who was, and is, and will always be just like me. But your cheery, stupid, wide eyed face has disassociated you with your grandfather long ago. And yet I, was linked to man who wasn’t even in my nuclear family! Yes! I’ll admit it Blunt, I was harsh, I was unkind in those very specific moments. But I was also silenced, in all but formality I was driven off the island, and the only thing I ever wanted to do for them was help. FUCK! I’m still helping them, and I always will! No matter how angry they made me, I saw the good past it, there was never any doubt…so why couldn’t the same be done for me!? You want me to confess? Well then first look me in the eye and tell me they’d accept me one day…”
Silence fell between them. Dixie blinked, and then slowly brought a hand up to grab at the front of his shirt. He seemed…shocked. Shocked at how much he had, and was, feeling in that moment. It was…hurt…just as Blunt had said. The man folded his arms and turned away. 
Blunt crossed his arms as well after a pause. “If I had known they were throwing your name back in your face…I’ve knocked their heads. I’m sorry…”
“Think nothing of it.” Dixie said in an attempted dismissal. “I understand, I act the part.”
“I might be mad at you for what I know you did…whether you’ll ever admit it or not…but in grand total…you haven’t done anything worse than half the people on that island…You’re a hard pill to swallow, and I think I hate you most days. And I think this is a valuable lesson for you to learn, that good deeds, and being good at what you don’t, don’t mean a lot when you’re an asshole to people.”
Dixie sniffed once as if in mockery, but there was a bitter edge to it.
“But.” Blunt held up a hand, and sighed. “I think you also showed us where some weaknesses lie. And I’m not even talking about the criminal justice. The rebellion…it used to have a unity about it, even if someone was a total dick. Akkey and Tree, Grey and Seasick, Greg and Haddock, Stonegit and Skye…there were so many people that had huge blow outs, and moments where they couldn’t agree on anything. But we were all in the mess together, and we were intent on seeing it through…I think we lost some of that. Dixie…I wanted you off Haligan because I wanted you here, where you could have help, where you…”
Dixie glanced at him.
Blunt searched for the right word. “Well where you had people that really loved you.”
Dixie blinked, and then glanced around as if he hadn’t quite understood what he meant. 
“You were ostracized by the one group of people you actually wanted to be friends with. A lot of it was your fault, and lot of it was theirs. There’s no some in this one. Everyone fucked up. And it hurt you. Because you never meant for that to happen. Even when you tried to make it right, you probably never lost a certain tight feeling in your chest…you’re not alone. Stones in particular knows what that’s like…”
With his back still turned to him, Dixie swallowed thickly. “Please Blunt.” He droned. “Just because you always called me by my right name, said you liked my dress when we were kids in front of all your cool friends who had seen it fit to throw dirt at me, doesn’t mean any of this monologue means anything coming from you…”
Blunt shook his head a little. “Your walls don’t have to come down right away, or even all at once Dixie. But its high time you knew that I saw them just as clearly as you saw mine.” He dared to step a little closer to him. “You saved my relationship Dixie, with both Stones, and Akkey…I can’t even begin to think about how I could repay you for that alone. At the same time, you’re an angry, violent person who maims people who stole something as lifeless as money. You can’t be both of those things…eventually you’ll have to choose one…” 
“Not a fan of duplicity hm?” Dixie asked coyly, but there was still that strange, uncharacteristic strain in his voice.
Blunt held out a hand, and when his cousin glanced at him, he saw it in his eyes. It was the same look he saw in Stonegit’s eyes, Akkey’s eyes. The trauma, the hurt, the baseless compulsive reaction to hide it all and bear it alone. “Come home with me…stay in the loft for a while.” Blunt invited him. “With Stones working so much and Akkey back out in the field…I could use the company…and so could you…”
Dixie regarded him, and then took his hand in-between two fingers. “Well…very well I suppose…”
And so Blunt walked out from the safehouse with his cousin. It was not the first time in recent history, nor would it be the last, that he raked the coals over this man for his poor choices. But there was also a sudden resurgence of familial protectiveness he hadn’t felt in a very long time, and he knew he would have choice words with others as well, and maybe even a demon, which was certainty saying something.