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Post by qhostqrowls on Apr 21, 2024 0:58:07 GMT -6
"I'm a surgeon not an agent," He protested, not knowing why he bothered to make the distinction but feeling that he had to. He was WDSA to them all the same.
Faolan's gaze lingered on the woman, tracking over the tired slant of her lethal eyes and the way the fight had bled from her posture.
He ran an absent hand over his healed shoulder, worrying at the torn material of his shirt and considering his next words carefully. Emboldened by his desperation and the tenuous conviction that she wouldn't bother to heal him only to hurt him again, he continued.
"You said you don't join the Hunt. Why organize all this for someone like them?"
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Post by MP on Apr 22, 2024 1:30:42 GMT -6
"The Cabal," Ahendra's lip curled in a sneer, "are honest about how things are. Brazenly so. But bare your fangs, and they respect you. Take your form and they make use of it, or make way. They don't pretend to make room while making pretty rules to muzzle you with. When they fear you, ignore you, challenge you, they do it openly."
Contempt dripped from her words, and the steel was back in her shoulders. But she didn't raise a hand to Faolan - not like the pooka, who seemed to enjoy physical control as part of standard conversation. Nor did her green eyes hold any of the sinister light of before when she glanced his way, despite the dislike there.
"Honesty, little mouse. You look at us like we're monsters, but the only thing that's changed from the world outside is now you show it to my face."
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Post by qhostqrowls on May 9, 2024 21:18:13 GMT -6
Faolan stared back mutely, knowing his silence all but proved her point. After all the scandals of the past years - the Zramek agents, the lies of the Director, the way a known Hunter freely walked the halls of HQ - she had no reason to trust the WDSA or anything he had to say in their defense.
The unfairness of the situation stung more than any bite. But as the silence stretched between them, he sized up the contempt in her eyes and how it compared to when she'd stared down the pooka. He cast a surreptitious glance at the surrounding forest, heart in his throat as he considered his answer.
"And you really think the fae are being honest with you?"
He threaded a note of incredulity into his tone, each word more hesitant and tentative than the last.
"They tolerate you for now. But they'll get sick of the rules and of listening to you, and when this all goes wrong they won't be the ones taking the fall for it."
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