[ It's not a calculated take down, but it is horribly meticulous.
His face is tilted forward throughout all of it. Listening impassively to the winding trail of Jaekwan's review of his activities, the hard stop between each sentence, as if he wants Soleum to follow along unhindered, without any question of where the facts start and end. The places where his voice strengthens with resolution, fills his head the way it did that one night when he was hovering over him, bearing down all his weight to pound into Soleum's hips.
There's a part of him that hates what his senior is saying. Rather than a list of accolades, it's like listening to a long stream of his various offenses. If he could have, he would have liked to never experience any of those things; if he could have, he would have been home by now. He didn't want to be at the Horizon Mountain Lodge, didn't want to have to watch teenagers die in their dreams in a story he wrote. Didn't want to cut his arm into pieces in exchange for a way out. He didn't want to see Jaekwan that way, either, on the brink between life and death. And he didn't want to come face to face with all the good he'd supposedly done as a direct result of the lies he told.
It meant that keeping up the act remained a necessity. It meant that enduring the way he has been continues to be the only way forward.
But still, Soleum should give him credit. ]
You've really watched over me quite a bit, haven't you…? [ A soft breath. Because it's true. Jaekwan is a good agent and a good person. The bureau is lucky to have him. ] Thank you.
[ Soleum chuckles weakly, as if at his own expense. Then extends a hand, reaching over to lightly pat down at his hairline — well, that's about as far up as he can go, anyway. ]
Maybe it's not one-sided, [ he relents, but only a half-step. ] But I'm no match against you two. I don't think I ever will be… If I go in, it should just be as we are.
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it's swelling up, damn, i'm at my limit
[ It's not a calculated take down, but it is horribly meticulous.
His face is tilted forward throughout all of it. Listening impassively to the winding trail of Jaekwan's review of his activities, the hard stop between each sentence, as if he wants Soleum to follow along unhindered, without any question of where the facts start and end. The places where his voice strengthens with resolution, fills his head the way it did that one night when he was hovering over him, bearing down all his weight to pound into Soleum's hips.
There's a part of him that hates what his senior is saying. Rather than a list of accolades, it's like listening to a long stream of his various offenses. If he could have, he would have liked to never experience any of those things; if he could have, he would have been home by now. He didn't want to be at the Horizon Mountain Lodge, didn't want to have to watch teenagers die in their dreams in a story he wrote. Didn't want to cut his arm into pieces in exchange for a way out. He didn't want to see Jaekwan that way, either, on the brink between life and death. And he didn't want to come face to face with all the good he'd supposedly done as a direct result of the lies he told.
It meant that keeping up the act remained a necessity. It meant that enduring the way he has been continues to be the only way forward.
But still, Soleum should give him credit. ]
You've really watched over me quite a bit, haven't you…? [ A soft breath. Because it's true. Jaekwan is a good agent and a good person. The bureau is lucky to have him. ] Thank you.
[ Soleum chuckles weakly, as if at his own expense. Then extends a hand, reaching over to lightly pat down at his hairline — well, that's about as far up as he can go, anyway. ]
Maybe it's not one-sided, [ he relents, but only a half-step. ] But I'm no match against you two. I don't think I ever will be… If I go in, it should just be as we are.
[ Nothing more or less than teammates. ]
i;m summingggggggggggggg!
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puts this here... crai
[ Yes. The answer is yes. It would suit him. But he can't just say that. ]
Ah, my mistake… You're right. A salary worker would never wear this to the office.
I'll continue searching, sir.
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