[ Collector pacifying Siva'co, Rhan propping up Lyr, Rust himself the counterpoint to Misato—in the wake of Siva'co's blinding flash of temper, Rust wonders what they'd be without these relations. If they stopped holding each other back.
A part of him would like to see it. Not the part that prevails.
His mind's guarded, no disguising it, a kind of shifting defensiveness. Keyed-up restraint. To Siva'co, to the four of them, he says: ] If you've got an explanation ready for the disappearance of your entire fucking delegation the night of a violent crime, shit, I don't know why you needed us to begin with.
(You better apologize. Restore the status quo.) [ He says to Misato, even as he turns to Lyr.
She must have a suspect in mind, he'd said. Rust doesn't think the name, thinks about Casiria's voice instead. Low, stiff with grief. I mean to discover the culprit on my own. The phrase she'd used, matters of revenge.
With an equanimity at odds with the intensity of his focus he says: ] You still haven't answered her question. What you were up to [ he prompts, anticipating some display of guilelessness ] in the orchard.
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A part of him would like to see it. Not the part that prevails.
His mind's guarded, no disguising it, a kind of shifting defensiveness. Keyed-up restraint. To Siva'co, to the four of them, he says: ] If you've got an explanation ready for the disappearance of your entire fucking delegation the night of a violent crime, shit, I don't know why you needed us to begin with.
( You better apologize. Restore the status quo. ) [ He says to Misato, even as he turns to Lyr.
She must have a suspect in mind, he'd said. Rust doesn't think the name, thinks about Casiria's voice instead. Low, stiff with grief. I mean to discover the culprit on my own. The phrase she'd used, matters of revenge.
With an equanimity at odds with the intensity of his focus he says: ] You still haven't answered her question. What you were up to [ he prompts, anticipating some display of guilelessness ] in the orchard.