In The Rough

[Reeves]

Like a tree in the wind, he allowed his mind to bend with the weight of her words. He let himself feel the sense of accomplishment, he let himself feel everything and then he let it go. If he had a hubris then he was clearly capable of restraining it, if he had a vice it was certainly murder, but what was never clear - - was why? Everyone had motivations and if his wasn't inane self gratification then it left a question unanswered. Where her face produced an ocean of emotion, he just saw doubt. "It wouldn't be fair of me to have brought you all the way here to interrogate you. You answered my question, now it's my turn to do the same for you." For once he hoped somebody would have the grit and spine to question his purpose here. She seemed the sort, but seemingly needed encouragement.

"Go on, speak your mind and ask. I'll answer." His posture visibly slackened as he pushed himself upright and joined his visitor near the glass, shoulder to shoulder this time rather than facing her. The dull gray and occasional crimson star reflected in his eyes as he peered out, as if to take in something he'd never truly been able to see before.

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