Eyes and Ears

[The Operative]

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As she asked him the last question, he stopped for a moment. She would see a smile on his face and he gently grabbed her arms and pushed her to the handrails. "Because you're too nice for the cruel space. You're a jovial young woman, I guess early-mid twenties, and you're naive. In a way untouched by the cruelty of Sirius. It is a blessing, Elena, and you shouldn't throw that away. If I was you, I'd take the ridiculously huge amount of money I pay you for a simple cartography job, move to John and tell him to settle down with you on Cambridge or Los Angeles or Denver. Somewhere where you don't need to be afraid of the current wars. Not that there is a safe place in Sirius right now," he told her with a calm voice, being serious about it and showing her how much he knew by putting the puzzle parts together from the chit chat between Sarah and Troy and her own words. "You were careless and now you're awaiting a baby from your friend, am I right? If your enemies find out about that, you're fuc.ked. You're a nice person, but your enemies aren't. They will use anything they get to hurt you." He was pretty sure Elena wouldn't like to hear all that, knowing he was right, but also because he knew so much more about her just by listening for two hours, while she knew nothing about him. Letting go of her arms, he made a step back, in case of her wanting to leave. His smiled turned into an apologetic one. "Right now you're still protected. Your Forlorn friends will keep an eye on you. If necessary, I'll see what I can do, too."

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