[ The lie isn't that he doesn't admire Agent Choi. Somehow all the contributors to his stories agreed upon the fact that he was a good person, through and through. He could be funny. He could be brave. Seemingly obtuse one moment, then the ideal employee the next. He could be quick-witted where others would freeze in place, and he could visualize the exact path his bell-adorned blade could cut forward with the tempered resolution of someone ready to light the sky on fire. And then he could walk it. There are reasons why he kept close track of the agent's adventures to the very end.
No, it's in the possibility that Soleum could believe that he could come close to a person like that. That's where Agent Choi has every right to doubt him.
Haha… He slips the end of the cigarette back into his mouth again, suddenly needing another dose of nicotine to loosen the tension in his shoulders. ]
Moon? [ he says quietly to himself, lips curved in a skeptical smile. Satellite, more like. ] I'll try to live up to your expectations, but you're… being too generous.
[ Seriously. What is Soleum supposed to say to something so sincere? 'When I eventually fall short down the line, please don't take it to heart'? ]
I mean, besides this way, do you see another avenue I could grow?
[Oh, he sees hundreds, if not thousands of paths for Soleum. But they all start from a singular fork: The bureau down one way, and the other leading to Daydream.]
[There's no use saying that, however. He knows that even though there is a knowledge gap between them, that there are secrets they are both aware each other is actively keeping. Choi gazes at him out of the corner of his eye, unable to keep a knowing sort of smirk off his lips, like Soleum just set him up for a great punchline.]
More honesty, when you need help.
[That's where he'll leave it, anyway. It's always good to keep him on his toes, this dance between senior and spy.]
Ah, but I've been thinking of quitting lately. Smoking, I mean. [He says as he takes a drag.] If I'm in a disaster for too long, I don't like the headache from withdrawal. So, like I said, it's better not to have these kinds of dependencies.
...But your friend - Your little one who you started bringing around. [He points to the bunny, seated in his pocket.] I think that's not a problem. [Somehow he decided it must be for comfort.]
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No, it's in the possibility that Soleum could believe that he could come close to a person like that. That's where Agent Choi has every right to doubt him.
Haha… He slips the end of the cigarette back into his mouth again, suddenly needing another dose of nicotine to loosen the tension in his shoulders. ]
Moon? [ he says quietly to himself, lips curved in a skeptical smile. Satellite, more like. ] I'll try to live up to your expectations, but you're… being too generous.
[ Seriously. What is Soleum supposed to say to something so sincere? 'When I eventually fall short down the line, please don't take it to heart'? ]
I mean, besides this way, do you see another avenue I could grow?
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[There's no use saying that, however. He knows that even though there is a knowledge gap between them, that there are secrets they are both aware each other is actively keeping. Choi gazes at him out of the corner of his eye, unable to keep a knowing sort of smirk off his lips, like Soleum just set him up for a great punchline.]
More honesty, when you need help.
[That's where he'll leave it, anyway. It's always good to keep him on his toes, this dance between senior and spy.]
Ah, but I've been thinking of quitting lately. Smoking, I mean. [He says as he takes a drag.] If I'm in a disaster for too long, I don't like the headache from withdrawal. So, like I said, it's better not to have these kinds of dependencies.
...But your friend - Your little one who you started bringing around. [He points to the bunny, seated in his pocket.] I think that's not a problem. [Somehow he decided it must be for comfort.]