[ It's a very valid question since these are some big claims. Fortunately (or rather, unfortunately) he has plenty to back it up. ]
The man was a mercenary and a terrorist. But it isn't just that... when I met him he seemed to have no remorse for any of it. Not even a greater cause backing him. Just a love of inflicting pain and being on top of it all. He's killed a lot of innocent people doing it, too.
[ The his jaw and the lines around his eye tighten as he speaks. It's the sort of thing anyone could get upset about, but there's something in the dry swallow that comes after "innocent people" that hints at something personal.
When he's done talking his eye flicks downward... finally catching sight of Maya's nametag. ] Ah...
[She notices it as he does so, and Maya's own gaze is quick to hone in on his after falling to view the same. She smiles, but it is an extremely wry one. Bittersweet, if a person could say anything remotely good about it.]
Aha... yeah. The man you speak of... he sounds like the one who did "that" to me.
[Did what? Killed her, in a manner of speaking. It was always hard to pinpoint one major instigator of her demise, yet Nyarlathotep, for one, was hardly close to innocent.]
[ The lingering traces of anger born of an old grudge had been evident in his eyes up until now. However, the sight of that bittersweet look causes the edges to soften, and he offers a rueful smile of his own. There's no pity evident--he knows being on the receiving end of that is less than pleasant--but there is visible regret that she had to go through that, as well something like understanding.
...Perhaps more understanding than he'd bargained for. His visible eye widens at the next revelation she provides. ]
...Did he, now? Would you mind if I ask what your answer was?
[Maya's watching the man -- Lockon Stratos' -- face again by this point. She appreciates the small, and what she also imagines mature, changes observed therein. No doubt it shows somewhere along her lips.]
[ Lockon isn't really sure what answer he was expecting. It's an unusual answer to hear from most people but... in a way, it seems to fit this woman. Possibly because she's seemed so calm during this entire exchange.
As he shakes his head with a light exhale that could pass for a chuckle, a small, rueful smile crosses his face. ]
I don't know if I'd say it's forgiving. [While she speaks, her shoulders roll slightly, and Maya stares subduedly at a point somewhere along his chin.] There are some things that man did that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to forgive.
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dynamic_exit) wrote2012-09-11 01:23 am
To Maya
[ It's a very valid question since these are some big claims. Fortunately (or rather, unfortunately) he has plenty to back it up. ]
The man was a mercenary and a terrorist. But it isn't just that... when I met him he seemed to have no remorse for any of it. Not even a greater cause backing him. Just a love of inflicting pain and being on top of it all. He's killed a lot of innocent people doing it, too.
[ The his jaw and the lines around his eye tighten as he speaks. It's the sort of thing anyone could get upset about, but there's something in the dry swallow that comes after "innocent people" that hints at something personal.
When he's done talking his eye flicks downward... finally catching sight of Maya's nametag. ] Ah...
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Aha... yeah. The man you speak of... he sounds like the one who did "that" to me.
[Did what? Killed her, in a manner of speaking. It was always hard to pinpoint one major instigator of her demise, yet Nyarlathotep, for one, was hardly close to innocent.]
He asked me if I hated him, once.
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...Perhaps more understanding than he'd bargained for. His visible eye widens at the next revelation she provides. ]
...Did he, now? Would you mind if I ask what your answer was?
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[Maya's watching the man -- Lockon Stratos' -- face again by this point. She appreciates the small, and what she also imagines mature, changes observed therein. No doubt it shows somewhere along her lips.]
... I said no.
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As he shakes his head with a light exhale that could pass for a chuckle, a small, rueful smile crosses his face. ]
You must have a really forgiving nature.
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But I've learned hate does nothing for me.