[ Carver’s gaze refocuses. He watches the other man. Always, always watching. The moment you stop is the moment someone tries to kill you, son, Pope’s voice murmurs. Remember? I taught you that. And if you fuck up and they get you on the ground, what happens next is just your own fault.
Natural consequences. Like gravity. So focus, son. ]
Did they, now.
[ It occurs to Carver that he’s being observed in turn. Marked and evaluated. He watches the other man and doesn’t smile. There’s something familiar about this one. Not his face or accent, no, but that stillness. The cadence of his voice. There’s something to that. A known element. ]
You’re fast, aren’t you? [ This is not a question. ] You got that look to you.
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Natural consequences. Like gravity. So focus, son. ]
Did they, now.
[ It occurs to Carver that he’s being observed in turn. Marked and evaluated. He watches the other man and doesn’t smile. There’s something familiar about this one. Not his face or accent, no, but that stillness. The cadence of his voice. There’s something to that. A known element. ]
You’re fast, aren’t you? [ This is not a question. ] You got that look to you.
[ Carver’s fast. If it comes to that. ]