(What?) [ Collector's feather-light touch meets with wrenching confusion, impatience at having to double back, explain. ] (I'm not accusing you—there's no sending us back without drawing attention, is what I'm saying. Return policy's lapsed.)
[ He's suspicious, sure—of their evasions, the scanty details about the capital-E Enemy, their entrenchment in the fucking nest—but he doesn't think any of them'd had to wash blood off their hands this evening. It doesn't fit with any of the evidence, not the tracks or the bead in his pocket.
He'd seen an opportunity to demand a rare answer, for whatever it was worth. Had piggybacked on Misato's outrage.
The opportunity vanished, he falls silent. Grasps for his answer, a second-hand memory, a scent he tries and fails to catalogue, two figures that refuse to resolve. Takes in Rhan's—it's a demonstration, really, in efficiency and candor. (Why had all four of them gone, though? What was worth that risk?)
Rust nods, quick, when Misato gives the name. ] Don't suppose you'd know anything about him.
sorry my previous tag was apparently...incomprehensible /attempts a course correction
[ He's suspicious, sure—of their evasions, the scanty details about the capital-E Enemy, their entrenchment in the fucking nest—but he doesn't think any of them'd had to wash blood off their hands this evening. It doesn't fit with any of the evidence, not the tracks or the bead in his pocket.
He'd seen an opportunity to demand a rare answer, for whatever it was worth. Had piggybacked on Misato's outrage.
The opportunity vanished, he falls silent. Grasps for his answer, a second-hand memory, a scent he tries and fails to catalogue, two figures that refuse to resolve. Takes in Rhan's—it's a demonstration, really, in efficiency and candor. (Why had all four of them gone, though? What was worth that risk?)
Rust nods, quick, when Misato gives the name. ] Don't suppose you'd know anything about him.