[ Deduced, guessed, what's it fucking matter? Someone saw him, right past the person's pretending to be in this place. Someone knows. Maybe not all of it — he really hopes Godric hasn't guessed all of it — but enough to make it harder. Enough to get in the way.
Sharkface grits his teeth. His hands are starting to ache with how hard he's digging them into his arms. It bites at him, how calm Godric is. Utterly unflappable, like nothing and no one could shake him. That feels abjectly unfair. Sharkface thinks he feels too much, sometimes. Most of the time. Rage and sorrow and whatever else dragged itself up from the undertow. Rage is useful but only in the right circumstances, around the right people. Here it only paints a target on his back. ]
It makes me look like a liability.
[ A threat to be dealt with. He can't have that. He needs these people to see him see him as useful, even if they never trust him. ]
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Sharkface grits his teeth. His hands are starting to ache with how hard he's digging them into his arms. It bites at him, how calm Godric is. Utterly unflappable, like nothing and no one could shake him. That feels abjectly unfair. Sharkface thinks he feels too much, sometimes. Most of the time. Rage and sorrow and whatever else dragged itself up from the undertow. Rage is useful but only in the right circumstances, around the right people. Here it only paints a target on his back. ]
It makes me look like a liability.
[ A threat to be dealt with. He can't have that. He needs these people to see him see him as useful, even if they never trust him. ]