Marked

[Reeves]

He frowned thoughtfully and reached a hand to his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose and taking a moment to compose himself for the sake of keeping up with his reputation. Slicking his hair back so that it wasn't occupying most of his forehead, he looked up at her directly and answered as would be usually expected of him, cold and dangerously close to being curt. "Can't afford to trust somebody like you with the knowledge of where exactly a place like this is. It would hurt the movement too much, it's not like you're on our side. You asked to be here for Sal, now you're here, I didn't ask you to be. You could have stayed in the Sigmas like a little rat, wouldn't have made a difference to me. You're an experienced merc, used to rough conditions, suck it up. I'd prefer if we didn't waste time on idle chatter right now." Certainly more aggressive than he usually was, for a moment it almost sounded like he was hurt. He was strange when like this, so relatable and yet so alien in how he seemed to experience and handle emotions, nonetheless he was thoroughly inclined to focus on 'business' and find out who was to blame for Sal.

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