[b]Eli:[/b]

Eli just, nods. “Yeah, see this is what I mean by I’m not smart enough to have a real take on this. I’m just… I don’t care about what works, I care about what’s right, right? And that’s like, that’s objectively donkey-brain stupid. I don’t have a good argument for why I care more about if it feels right than if it works, or like, what’s effective or whatever which is why I just kind of let other people figure that out?” Eli thinks about how to put this, can’t, says something they know is the wrong thing to say anyway. “Like once a month I need to get myself blackout drunk to stop myself from Robloxing a train full of explosives into Parliament, and that’d just be bad for everyone if I did it, but fuck is it hard to hold back from doing it, you know?” 

He has, in fact, been on probation until recently for not getting drunk enough to black out and making credible terrorism threats while wasted a few months ago. Junta told him that martyrdom’s coward shit, and Eli was obviously just trying to find a way to not feel selfish for killing themselves and making all their friends sad, and apparently the callout cut deep enough he’s pulled back from it a lot more lately. But still. 

“Like, long term stuff, the real stuff, that’s all you and I respect the hell out of it. Me, I’m more like, I can’t live like this anymore so it might as well be planning for the heat death of the fucking universe. I kind of just want to do as much damage as I can on the way out, because that’s all I’m good for.” There is no self-deprecation in the words, no self-pity. If anything they sound proud that they’re good for anything at all. “Also, my stories I guess.” They add as an afterthought. “Those too.” 

[b]Knightly:[/b]

He seems to think about it for a moment, like, genuinely think really hard before shaking his head. He looks genuinely disappointed. “It has all the same problems as faking that I’ve gone off the deep end, but worse. What else have you got?”

He doesn’t go back to the previous plan either, though, doesn’t try to defend it. Recognizes there’s a reason you’re trying to change it, though there’s a a slight quirk of his eyebrow that could make you suspect he’s wondering if he’s being [i]managed[/i].

[b]Thrones:[/b]

This will work. There’s enough ships and pieces around Thrones to make something like this work. 

Describe liftoff, and I’ll tell you what happens when you land. Just remember that you’re going to be hurtling through the vacuum of space and, while you are in an android chassis, your kind is still vulnerable to forces like solar winds and electromagnetism. Just make sure your cheap pod isn’t [i]too[/i] jalopy to protect you from that.