Jul 31, 2019
@rieganev / starter call.
a low hum, a tap of a finger on your knee, and you stare, listlessly, over claude’s shoulder. you learned, when you were very young, how to empty your eyes, a clear pool where nothing is reflected. people search for weakness in your eyes, and mercenaries won’t spare even children mercy given the choice. it’s not personal. and though these are kids, some of them younger than you, instinct kicks in, and you keep yourself tranquil and distant. “ah... claude. did you need something? having trouble with the assignment?”