❚❙❘ ! HOW LITTLE NON-SPIES knew. He didn’t particularly care about things like FATE, but living a normal lifespan was decidedly NOT in the cards for him. Someone who knew too much could become DANGEROUS, anyway—people would want to take him out sooner or later. His life wasn’t much to write home about, anyway. He was a GREAT SPY, sure, but past that, he really was JUST A GUY.
But he wasn’t going to SAY anything about spies, so he just inclined his head towards the stranger, nodding once.
❝Yeah, I sound really MORBID, don’t I? I mean, I’m not the kind of guy who runs around going, nothing in life matters, or anything. Things like that are pretty depressing, so…❞
The thing was, yes, he DID have people who mattered to him…but they were all in the ESPIONAGE COMMUNITY, so they understood. It wasn’t like him dying would be HORRIBLE AND UNEXPECTED, just…horrible.
❝But the drinking…it just HAPPENED, y’know. One day…I dunno, it happened. I’m not specifically out to kill myself with alcohol, or anything like that!❞
His eyes narrowed, faint images of his childhood coming to him. His memory wasn’t great, riddled with haze as it was. But he didn’t want to go on about some TRAGIC BACKSTORY he had, because that’d just be ridiculous.
He just existed in weird circumstances, that was all. It was nobody’s fault, now that he thought of it.