[ And then...? His eyes stay on her, mild and appraising, waiting for her to finish. But it's apparent she doesn't want to. Either she dozed off accidentally, or the girl's a secret narcoleptic. Not his problem either way. It's just odd, talking to her like this. Not out of awkwardness -- she's not the first person he's put in his crosshairs then made idle chitchat with beforehand. But simply because all their usual shorthand, of cruelty and kindness, shouldn't work here. ]
[ He'd said he wanted to kill her. To her face. Plain and simple. Why doesn't she seem uncomfortable with him? ]
[ At her question, he offers a noncommittal shrug, ] So are you. [ It occurs to him that he hasn't thought of her much these few days. Only on patrols in the Underground. While he fought, because combat is as much her medium as his -- every one of her attacks and expressions is imprinted in his memory --- came back to him in a quick rush. It was as a fighter that she'd first gotten his attention. As an adversary. He almost misses that now. Everything was so much simpler. ]
[ Aloud, he says only, ] I should get going. [ He checked on her. She's unharmed. No reason to linger. He needs to start limiting their interactions as it is. ]
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[ He'd said he wanted to kill her. To her face. Plain and simple. Why doesn't she seem uncomfortable with him? ]
[ At her question, he offers a noncommittal shrug, ] So are you. [ It occurs to him that he hasn't thought of her much these few days. Only on patrols in the Underground. While he fought, because combat is as much her medium as his -- every one of her attacks and expressions is imprinted in his memory --- came back to him in a quick rush. It was as a fighter that she'd first gotten his attention. As an adversary. He almost misses that now. Everything was so much simpler. ]
[ Aloud, he says only, ] I should get going. [ He checked on her. She's unharmed. No reason to linger. He needs to start limiting their interactions as it is. ]