[ Hei watches the first glints of understanding, sharp as sunlight, knife across her expression. The horror on her face that tells him she is realizing who he is all over again, as if for the first time, reawakening to everything she's made herself forget when she'd started coming regular to his bed. Tired, cynical, angry, he wonders how she'd react if he told her that dealing with the Triads is hardly the worst thing he's done. His whole life is one bloodstained, checkered surface -- woven with nearly every broken commandment known to god and man. ]
[ His expression remains blank as a test-pattern. But at his sides, his hands clench an unclench -- a subtle sign of escalating tension. ]
[ In a measured tone, he says, ]
He was convinced Amon was still alive. He wanted to hunt for leads. I knew for a fact he was on a wild goosechase. So I didn't try to stop him. [ A beat, before he rolls his shoulders in the equivalent of a shrug. ] Except he got caught in a turf-war between two gangs. That's how I heard the news.
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Date: 2014-08-13 11:51 pm (UTC)[ His expression remains blank as a test-pattern. But at his sides, his hands clench an unclench -- a subtle sign of escalating tension. ]
[ In a measured tone, he says, ]
He was convinced Amon was still alive. He wanted to hunt for leads. I knew for a fact he was on a wild goosechase. So I didn't try to stop him. [ A beat, before he rolls his shoulders in the equivalent of a shrug. ] Except he got caught in a turf-war between two gangs. That's how I heard the news.