[He can see him, because it's hard to overlook this man, but his eyes are empty of everything but rage when he turns them on Drift for a short second before watching the hallway again.
His mind is still in the infirmary, still thinking about a way around the man guarding it.
There were ways to play this, to not give away more of himself than he already had by being caught, red-handed and shadows swirling in angry waves, and there were ways to reach his goal. But no way to do both.]
No one are who they claim to be. We came here as clean slates, why would this one be the only one hiding the truth from the rest of us.
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[He can see him, because it's hard to overlook this man, but his eyes are empty of everything but rage when he turns them on Drift for a short second before watching the hallway again.
His mind is still in the infirmary, still thinking about a way around the man guarding it.
There were ways to play this, to not give away more of himself than he already had by being caught, red-handed and shadows swirling in angry waves, and there were ways to reach his goal. But no way to do both.]
No one are who they claim to be. We came here as clean slates, why would this one be the only one hiding the truth from the rest of us.