[If the military was good at one thing, it was keeping secrets. Sometimes it was easy to bury it under not knowing, but someone always did, some high up motherfucker who didn't care about the suffering beneath them. For Freelancer, it was probably The Director; it was always easy to lay everything at this feet because it was usually was his fault.
It wasn't a stretch to believe this was, too. ]
Fuck.
[Fuck, because being mad? Being angry? It wasn't having much place here, all wrung out by the way Wash was talking about this, by the look on his face as he explained it. Fuck, because having an actual enemy felt better than trying to have to trust the Met--Maine. Fuck, because trying to imagine him as much of a victim as Church fucking hurt.
He ran his hands over his head again, walked in a small circle, feet crunching in the snow before he flailed his arms once, frustrated. Goddamn Freelancer drama shifting over into Blue Team Problems, and yeah. Now it was his problem, too.]
Fine, he's...he's Maine. But do you know for sure that he can't turn into the Meta? That he won't go on some fucked up mission here and hurt people again? Hell, can you know?
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It wasn't a stretch to believe this was, too. ]
Fuck.
[Fuck, because being mad? Being angry? It wasn't having much place here, all wrung out by the way Wash was talking about this, by the look on his face as he explained it. Fuck, because having an actual enemy felt better than trying to have to trust the Met--Maine. Fuck, because trying to imagine him as much of a victim as Church fucking hurt.
He ran his hands over his head again, walked in a small circle, feet crunching in the snow before he flailed his arms once, frustrated. Goddamn Freelancer drama shifting over into Blue Team Problems, and yeah. Now it was his problem, too.]
Fine, he's...he's Maine. But do you know for sure that he can't turn into the Meta? That he won't go on some fucked up mission here and hurt people again? Hell, can you know?