[ oh, good — he's glad he's getting through to her, at least a little. and he's fully prepared to take the no; he knows all too well how hard it is to talk about painful stuff that still sits inside your chest like an ugly, dark sludge, impossible to clean out, sticking in your trachea when you try and speak of it.
but he doesn't think of that, now, not when the answer and its implications make his anger spark hot and bright. ]
wait a bloody second
so the organisation that created you is also the one that sent you guys on that mission?
fucking hell. sorry, but from that, i'm not a big fan of them. you free of them, now?
no subject
but he doesn't think of that, now, not when the answer and its implications make his anger spark hot and bright. ]
wait a bloody second
so the organisation that created you is also the one that sent you guys on that mission?
fucking hell. sorry, but from that, i'm not a big fan of them. you free of them, now?