Going to go on a massive ramble about the absolutely wild dynamic with the Welsh OCs.

It's not very difficult to discern why Jones and Nite are attracted to each other. Nite sees someone who clearly enjoys spending time with him, pays him attention, seems to care about what he's interested in, or at least hearing about it. Moreover, he's a source of stability, a rock where the rest of his life feels like a wild current. He seems to have answers, in a situation where Nite seems to have so few, willing to teach him a language he only half remembers, tell him about a place he has no memories of. Jones, on the other hand admires how passionate Nite is about things. That he'll take a bet out of the blue, or try something completely new just to see what happens. It reminds him of the idealism he once had, back when he wasn't afraid to take risks, before prison had beaten him down. He's a spark in a cave, and that light is infectious, making Jones feel things he hasn't in years.

Nite and Roberts are fundamentally the same person, albeit with a lot of the context missing from the former. Which makes it wild to me how much Roberts and Jones would absolutely hate each other.

Jones came from a middle class merchant family, primarily exporting coal and minerals to England in one of the most populous locations in Wales. He was educated (and radicalised) in England. The fact that he sounds Welsh was a conscious and deliberate decision. His interest in politics, in changing the structures in which they live made him something of the black sheep of his family. Why are they sending all of their resources in one direction? Why are they still following policy set by London, when London's sunken into the earth? Such discussions never got him much further than a handful of heated debates after dinner with his brothers, but as the youngest son he was hardly in a position to affect the family business, so it was mostly overlooked. Nobody in his family knew quite how serious he was until the riot, where he was tried for sedition, and they cast him into the wind without a second thought.

Roberts, on the other hand, grew up working class in a village where the only industry was the mines. Its inhabitants were mostly homogeneous, save for the English managers. Unlike Jones' belief that the system can and should be changed, Roberts only saw an out in joining that seemingly-unchangeable system and trying to get the best life he's able. When his father died prematurely of a respiratory infection from the work in the mines, Roberts could only see a dark and bleak future ahead of him, and ran.

Of course the two of them would fight. From Roberts’ perspective, he had no future and no choice without abandoning everything Welsh about himself. He’d always be seen as a second class citizen, particularly because of his working class background in a village whose only jobs promise an early and miserable death. Meanwhile Jones had money. In fact, he got his money by taking those resources that people like Roberts’ father died extracting and shipping it to England. And Jones can go and put on an accent and act like he’s a patriot, but to Roberts he’ll never experience the actual consequences of that discrimination. He's shielded by his money and class.

Meanwhile, Jones sees a man who would abandon everything, including his own family in their moment of greatest need, who would contort and mutilate himself to fit into the standards that would grant him the most personal power (until the moment it no longer does), who would lick the boots of the very people Jones had once destroyed his entire life fighting.

What I'm saying is that the second anything about Jones not knowing what actual consequences are comes out of Roberts' mouth he's getting a fist to the face, and this will devolve into an all out brawl.