Renewed Discourse

[Reeves]

He didn't shy away from returning the locked gaze, with his two blue eyes almost being perfectly motionless and entirely fixated. Even when she turned away back to her drink, he would remain turned somewhat in her direction. "I know. But at the very least don't forget everything else about what I am." The way he worded it and the tone he adopted sounded more like a plea rather than a request let alone a demand.

"I know you don't like what I do. Just at least consider what it must be like for me to be this caricature as the Cobra, but never really have a chance to be me. My position isolates me, my allegiance even more so. In the end it's a struggle to even keep track of myself let alone feel like I'm connected to anything. I just want to be me, and for somebody to see me as that much instead of a persona that will consume me if this carries on.." He had never confessed this to anyone before, the fact that his position and pivotal role were taking an unseen yet tremendous toll on his mental health, especially after his sudden exposure to what must have been a bitter revelation to what lay beyond the threshold of psychopathy.

Having expressed this however, he would finally turn back to his drink, seemingly conceding and already expecting for some form of backlash for what he'd said. Quietly, he would wait to hear whatever string of condemnations would come next.

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