[ Godric comes in closer and even though his face is calm, almost serene, Sharkface sees it as a threat. Crowding into his space. This close there's no way Godric hasn't clocked his bad eye, if he didn't realize earlier. Nothing for that, though it's his worst weak-point, easily exploited. But instead of snarling or lashing out, Sharkface stands perfectly fucking still. At attention, the way his old drill sergeants would have liked. Stand tall and wait for the dressing down. Easy, in the end. But it doesn't come, or at least not in the way he's used to.
It's more a laying out of facts. Here is where I stand. And here is where you stand, below me.
Sharkface bares his teeth. He had a nice smile, once. Not anymore. ]
I've seen planet killers drop. You think I don't know monsters?
[ There might have been a time he would have believed Godric, or at least wanted to. Because that talk about bearing the cost, that's what Hunter used to say. That's my job, little brother. Always looking out for them, always there to make the hard calls and take the weight of the fallout. Would have, once, but Hunter's gone now. Hunter stopped being that person when Connie died and he took on her name and her armor as his own. CT, he'd said, call me CT now, and then he'd gone and died alone in some fucking desert. All those good things they tried to do, none of it mattered. They couldn't save anyone, not even themselves. So why fucking try? ]
All I want is a way back. I don't care what you do.
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Date: 2020-01-18 04:03 pm (UTC)It's more a laying out of facts. Here is where I stand. And here is where you stand, below me.
Sharkface bares his teeth. He had a nice smile, once. Not anymore. ]
I've seen planet killers drop. You think I don't know monsters?
[ There might have been a time he would have believed Godric, or at least wanted to. Because that talk about bearing the cost, that's what Hunter used to say. That's my job, little brother. Always looking out for them, always there to make the hard calls and take the weight of the fallout. Would have, once, but Hunter's gone now. Hunter stopped being that person when Connie died and he took on her name and her armor as his own. CT, he'd said, call me CT now, and then he'd gone and died alone in some fucking desert. All those good things they tried to do, none of it mattered. They couldn't save anyone, not even themselves. So why fucking try? ]
All I want is a way back. I don't care what you do.