He nods. In understanding, or approval, or possibly even pride. It's hard to say. But his lips turn just the slightest amount.]
If you succeed, you will have struck a killing blow. Whatever happens...
[He's been aloof this whole time, the formal, straight-laced Counselor, practically the same she knew from Freelancer except harder, in places.]
You'll be their hero. [Our hero. But it isn't him that she's fighting for, so he leaves himself out of it.]
You're a good soldier. [He pauses, where he would normally address her as Agent Connecticut. Put distance between them, hold her at bay. Instead he tilts his head a fraction of an inch, gives her a half-smile and keeps his expression hidden in his eyes.] ...CT.
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He nods. In understanding, or approval, or possibly even pride. It's hard to say. But his lips turn just the slightest amount.]
If you succeed, you will have struck a killing blow. Whatever happens...
[He's been aloof this whole time, the formal, straight-laced Counselor, practically the same she knew from Freelancer except harder, in places.]
You'll be their hero. [Our hero. But it isn't him that she's fighting for, so he leaves himself out of it.]
You're a good soldier. [He pauses, where he would normally address her as Agent Connecticut. Put distance between them, hold her at bay. Instead he tilts his head a fraction of an inch, gives her a half-smile and keeps his expression hidden in his eyes.] ...CT.