[ The Syndicate monitors everything its operatives do. Its clearance teams are very thorough when it comes to controlling their assets -- especially if those assets include wayward Contractors whose bodies function as both tools and weaponry. The organization was aware of Hei's relationship -- and eventual fallout -- with Amber. It was aware of Huang's unfortunate affiliation with Shihoko. It was aware of Yin's past, of Mao's, of Chiaki's, of Mai's. There is no one they don't keep tabs on -- and whom they haven't maneuvered like disposable pawns across the board. In the organization's symphony of treachery, a mere double-cross has the simplicity of Jingle Bells -- which is why the smallest iota of caution can serve to define your place on their ladder. One wrong move, and you descend that ladder with dizzying speed. ]
[ So why did you fuck her? Hei thinks bitterly. Amber could already have her in her crosshairs. Do you want the Syndicate to do the same? ]
[ The edges of his clarity blur, then set in harder than ever. Maybe that's why he'd done it? A blatant Fuck You to the Syndicate, and to the woman whose gaze he can practically feel, sometimes, buzzing at the base of his spine. A reminder that he's free to make his own mistakes -- however catastrophic -- as long as they're uniquely his. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes the thought off. Sits up, loose-limbed on the edge of the wrecked bed, hands curled around his kneecaps. He frowns, but the wattage does not equate to a glower. ]
[ Tonelessly, ]
Whatever you like.
[ As in: I don't care either way. As in: I got what I needed. Now it's time to focus on what matters. ]
no subject
[ So why did you fuck her? Hei thinks bitterly. Amber could already have her in her crosshairs. Do you want the Syndicate to do the same? ]
[ The edges of his clarity blur, then set in harder than ever. Maybe that's why he'd done it? A blatant Fuck You to the Syndicate, and to the woman whose gaze he can practically feel, sometimes, buzzing at the base of his spine. A reminder that he's free to make his own mistakes -- however catastrophic -- as long as they're uniquely his. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes the thought off. Sits up, loose-limbed on the edge of the wrecked bed, hands curled around his kneecaps. He frowns, but the wattage does not equate to a glower. ]
[ Tonelessly, ]
Whatever you like.
[ As in: I don't care either way. As in: I got what I needed. Now it's time to focus on what matters. ]