the hunter retaliated, and for several moments, former man of letters stood there, taking it. listening. maybe, maybe he shouldn’t have flown off the handle at her. it was frustrating, however, to work so hard to prove himself capable of being trusted, of willingness to understand how things worked over here, only to find his former organisation had… apparently ruined that entirely. and himself, by association. shouldn’t be a surprise. his hands were never wholly clean, in their dealings… but then again, a far sight cleaner than most.
finally, he swallowed, offering a small nod her way. couldn’t dismiss her words, not in their entirety. in spite of his own frustrations… she made some good points. he was the outsider, here. and he had not been a child for many years, now. act like it.
“ … very well. ” a clear of his throat, as he straightened tie, eyes lifting to her with features smoothed over, hiding irritation. “ though, for the record ; all i wanted, all i ever wanted, was to make friends. that’s it. i wanted it to work. because if we’re all so busy fighting each other? then we’re only half paying attention to what’s out there. ” the monsters, lurking in the shadows, waiting for their moment to strike. a breath, as he tried to remain calm, collected. professional, right? we’re not gonna get angry again. we’re gonna… explain. this is explaining. “ … not exactly a strong business model for making the world a better place. and i did everything i could to make it work ——– i died standing up to them on your lot’s behalf, because you’re right… they may have the cool toys and all the knowledge in the bloody world, but that doesn’t make you a good hunter, or even a good person. what i didn’t know, was it was rigged from the start. ”
saw it, now… the hypocrisy. said one thing, but meant another, and he fell for it, hook, line and sinker. “ they was never gonna accept you. just like they never accepted the hunters back home. it was all about control, and… yeah. i should’ve seen it sooner. should’ve realised who i was working for. but you have your family, and i thought they were mine… you never wanna see the worst in family… ‘cause then you’re all alone. ”
a moment of pause, as he thought back to it. those last moments, arguing with hess. and then, there was nothing. he was gone ——– done. to be stuck between two forces, the only barrier between life as it was known, and utter anarchy… of course they took him off the board. features hardened, as hands shoved into coat pockets ( better than looking for something to throw ). “ … far as i’m concerned, and for what it’s worth… they can choke. ”
𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 hostile defensiveness falling away, except for the sculpted frown holding on in her features. she knew a lack of a counterresponse was too good to be true, though, so she anticipated some sort of clarification, and hell, maybe it wasn’t such a loathing annoyance — perhaps that was the reason why she’d been pushing for a reaction out of him, because she wanted to understand. hear his side of the story, break the image she’d painted of himself in her mind, see why the brothers had taken pity on him so she could slowly begin to trust him, and therefore include him in the team they were all supposed to form. whether that was foolish, wishful thinking or not she’d judge on whatever he had to say for himself now.
hazel hues scanned his figure up and down, held back on spitting out some snarky facebook rmemark at the mention of his sole desire to befriend hunters, and listened. turns out, there were actually points for them to see eye to eye on. in fact, there was nothing that immediately stood out to her as a chance to jump at him and disagree, which was a notorious first. maybe, just maybe, and only if all he was claiming was truthful to a fault, this could only go up from here on out.
the meaning behind her furrowed brows switched from tension to sheer curiosity, as she’d never stopped to think about how the british men of letter’s demise must’ve felt from the inside. they always seemed like such brainswashed soldiers she doubted they had any moral judgement capabilities of their own left — however, mick apparently did, tried to expand the community in hope for some change, and ultimately died for it. too little too late, she bitterly used to think when flashes of all their casualties and collateral damages in that war flooded her mind, but right now, as mick finished saying his piece, it seemed like a good time to stop hiding behind her resentment and attempt to reevaluate her conclusions on those past events, and her opinion of him as a result.
she returned him a subtle single nod, leg lifting over the tabletop and remaining foot on the ground pushing body to sit onto its surface, hands meeting at her thighs as she turned her head to glance directly at him — and without spitefully squinting, this time. ❛ well, as they say, hindsight is 20/20. what matters is that you aren’t getting caught up in pipe dreams anymore. and, for the record — last one, i promise — it’s rough. looking around and finding you’re all alone. i’m not gonna say i know all about how you felt, ‘cause i was luckily never betrayed like that by my own family, but i do know what that sinking feeling is like. it’s heavy enough to pull you under and have you drown, and the more you try to scream, the more water floods your lungs, and the more you realize you’re making a fool of yourself ‘cause you’re underwater and no one can hear you. ❜ gaze drifts off into space for a couple seconds, memories of darker instances swimming their way up to the surface, but she clears her throat and pushes it back under where it belongs, eyes refocusing on mick’s features.
❛ anyway, i can agree with you on the fact that being at eachother’s throats is only gonna help our enemy’s chance at catching us off guard. in fact, i agree with most of the points you made, oddly — must be a sign we’re actually moving somewhere. ❜ or that she was officially going insane, yet another unnecessary comment she bit her tongue on. the ends of her lips curve upward ever so slightly, as she never would’ve guessed this little argument would place them on their merry way to leaving their differences behind. unexpected, a term she was beginning to associate with the former man of letters before her.
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