Havoc has been carefully making connections with the people he knows, he's noticed that. Hei came back, but he's different. His attitude has changed drastically.
November doubts he has it in him to murder April now. Not after their conversation.
One other name floats in his mind. Part of why he's holding it back is that it feels like a scapegoat. Someone to simply blame so he has a face to dislike. But that doesn't make any sense. Anger clouds.
Except that's exactly what he is. It's a burning sense he can't shake. Combined with frustration and the lack of being able to do anything about it only makes it worse. ]
I nearly lost her once. She would've never wanted it like this.
[ The first thought that comes to her head: how sentimental.
People like them die all the time. Only the strongest or the cleverest survive. There's no point in mulling over a death one wants because no one wants to die. That's the point. There's no such thing as a more meaningful end or a happier death because once you lose, you're out of the game. But it isn't as if Amber doesn't understand the sentiment, only that-- it's a sentiment.
Then again, November has always been a special case. She likes him for that. ]
That time, it was to get to you. [ Does that make it any better? ] This time . . . I wonder.
Somewhere, he knew he'd miss April if anything had happened to her. But this wasn't how he envisioned it happening. This was more than he thought he'd have to deal with.
Amber's words don't help the situation, and for a split second, he looks like he's angry. ]
Maybe the same. [ The anger curbs, expression going more flat. ] Or just another death on another day here.
[ Amber watches him as one might a poisonous snake, ready to flee should he suddenly decide to strike. They aren't allies, not exactly, but neither are they enemies. Somewhere in between. It probably changes every second, with every word they choose to say, revelations she chooses to make. But he knew that, he knew her motives even then. ]
If the former, you know not to heed it. But if the latter?
[ What if it really was meaningless? Random falling leaves. No pattern to follow, no intrigue behind the murders. Just another day at the CDC. ]
[ He wants to continue being angry, to show how upset he is, even if it defies logic right now. Instead, he breathes out. A slow exhalation that almost sounds like defeat.
(it isn't, logic is just once more dictating it's a useless effort right now). ]
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Havoc has been carefully making connections with the people he knows, he's noticed that. Hei came back, but he's different. His attitude has changed drastically.
November doubts he has it in him to murder April now. Not after their conversation.
One other name floats in his mind. Part of why he's holding it back is that it feels like a scapegoat. Someone to simply blame so he has a face to dislike. But that doesn't make any sense. Anger clouds.
Except that's exactly what he is. It's a burning sense he can't shake. Combined with frustration and the lack of being able to do anything about it only makes it worse. ]
I nearly lost her once. She would've never wanted it like this.
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People like them die all the time. Only the strongest or the cleverest survive. There's no point in mulling over a death one wants because no one wants to die. That's the point. There's no such thing as a more meaningful end or a happier death because once you lose, you're out of the game. But it isn't as if Amber doesn't understand the sentiment, only that-- it's a sentiment.
Then again, November has always been a special case. She likes him for that. ]
That time, it was to get to you. [ Does that make it any better? ] This time . . . I wonder.
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Somewhere, he knew he'd miss April if anything had happened to her. But this wasn't how he envisioned it happening. This was more than he thought he'd have to deal with.
Amber's words don't help the situation, and for a split second, he looks like he's angry. ]
Maybe the same. [ The anger curbs, expression going more flat. ] Or just another death on another day here.
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If the former, you know not to heed it. But if the latter?
[ What if it really was meaningless? Random falling leaves. No pattern to follow, no intrigue behind the murders. Just another day at the CDC. ]
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[ He wants to continue being angry, to show how upset he is, even if it defies logic right now. Instead, he breathes out. A slow exhalation that almost sounds like defeat.
(it isn't, logic is just once more dictating it's a useless effort right now). ]
Life goes on. As always.