[ kovacs knows a little about never having a choice. the life he was born into under his father's abuses, joining ctac as the only means of keeping his sister safe, waking up from a centuries long sleep to a world he didn't belong to, having no human rights and being a property to someone he'd once tried to prevent from existing at all. his time with the envoys was the only time he ever chose something for himself, where he chose to fight, and even that had been stripped away from him.
despite her age, one that's telling in more than just the physical body she's in, he can see the truth she says about the cruelty of her world. it's easy to believe, especially when he knows how often a kid might learn that by the time they can barely walk.
but his emphatic understanding curves a bit when she speaks of monsters, his lip curling a bit. it isn't in being offended by her, but it almost stands as a reminder. ]
That's where you need to be careful. Some of us are the monsters. [ not spoken like a threat, but a quiet graveness in his voice, his eyes dark where they hide behind the mask of exhaled smoke that leaves his lips after another inhale from his cigarette.
even through the haze in front of his eyes, he can see quell standing at the other side of the room, a mere ghost in his own mind, looking directly towards him. her lips move, but her voice sounds out as if directly beside his ear: you're only pretending to be one of the monsters.
he blinks away the brief vision, quell disappearing as his eyes focus back on alina. ] We might all be here for the same reason — this deal we're making. But we're not friends. Plenty of us will be acting in our own self-interests and at the end of the day, you need to remember that.
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despite her age, one that's telling in more than just the physical body she's in, he can see the truth she says about the cruelty of her world. it's easy to believe, especially when he knows how often a kid might learn that by the time they can barely walk.
but his emphatic understanding curves a bit when she speaks of monsters, his lip curling a bit. it isn't in being offended by her, but it almost stands as a reminder. ]
That's where you need to be careful. Some of us are the monsters. [ not spoken like a threat, but a quiet graveness in his voice, his eyes dark where they hide behind the mask of exhaled smoke that leaves his lips after another inhale from his cigarette.
even through the haze in front of his eyes, he can see quell standing at the other side of the room, a mere ghost in his own mind, looking directly towards him. her lips move, but her voice sounds out as if directly beside his ear: you're only pretending to be one of the monsters.
he blinks away the brief vision, quell disappearing as his eyes focus back on alina. ] We might all be here for the same reason — this deal we're making. But we're not friends. Plenty of us will be acting in our own self-interests and at the end of the day, you need to remember that.