Playing God || Closed: Jesus
"I didn’t—" mean to. That was some weak stuff, he realized, so it probably was for the best that he had stopped himself from saying that. Everything he feared Evelyn might have told him down at the frozen planet, when he was begging for him to bring back Lt. Denisova, this man was spitting out against him. This Evelyn, as much as Jesús tried not to let it affect him, left him feeling nauseated. And there was only himself to blame.
(Asim had told him it was all a nightmare. Jesús couldn’t have agreed more, especially then.)
Right. Maybe if he tried stepping around him, then. “Then don’t look at me? Like, Jesus, the place is already huge no one’s forcing you to be here. Or me for that matter. Nice seeing you Eve. I’ll catch you later. I’ve got a lot stuff to do, you know, busy busy.”
"Right." Evelyn nodded curtly, beginning to turn away. He was angry, much more so than before, because Jesus suddenly seemed to weak, so small. What had he possibly seen in him before? Why had they even been friends? But of course Evelyn knew the answer to that. He had been small and insignificant too, before. He had snuck around every corner, afraid of who he might bump into, who he might accidentally piss off who would then shoot him. Then he had met Jesus, whom he had thought was his savior. And when he found out that the man was not who he had been pretending to be, Evelyn's anger was enough to drive him mad, make him like the others.
Quickly, he whipped around again, grabbing Jesus's arm. "You'd be well off to keep an eye out. don't piss me off."
