He rubs at his temples, he's thinking and that's hard. Give him something to stab and his brain knows precisely the angle and strength needed to kill or let live, he can think it through in less than an instant. But this? Ugh. This is why Momma K gave him a partner, he knows. Even if his partner was barely any better at the information side than he was.
"I don't care if you lied to me, for the record. Or if you're lying now, for that matter. I'm not going to take offense." He could. "I get why lies are needed. Protection, right? But—" He sighs, opens his hands figuring out the best approach but they all suck.
"You gotta understand that I'm not your enemy. I'm not asking you to trust me. Don't. That's the worst mistake you could make. But I can at least respect secrets." All to say, don't fuck him over with this. He's already had to fight eight dumb wardens over Verso sleeping for three days and he's so done with the politics here.
"You wanna talk about him, tell me his name, let me help you keep him.. I don't know. Ignorant? Sure, I'll do it." He's done worse. "You don't wanna talk about it then don't. But I can't help you, either of you, unless you let me."
"Here," he says as he holds out his right hand and a black metal ball appears into the palm of his hand. It's an eye for an eye. "This is my warden item." The ball seems to form a nondescriptive face before winking at Marc then seeping back into Kylar's skin like it was never there to begin with. "Now we're even."
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"I don't care if you lied to me, for the record. Or if you're lying now, for that matter. I'm not going to take offense." He could. "I get why lies are needed. Protection, right? But—" He sighs, opens his hands figuring out the best approach but they all suck.
"You gotta understand that I'm not your enemy. I'm not asking you to trust me. Don't. That's the worst mistake you could make. But I can at least respect secrets." All to say, don't fuck him over with this. He's already had to fight eight dumb wardens over Verso sleeping for three days and he's so done with the politics here.
"You wanna talk about him, tell me his name, let me help you keep him.. I don't know. Ignorant? Sure, I'll do it." He's done worse. "You don't wanna talk about it then don't. But I can't help you, either of you, unless you let me."
"Here," he says as he holds out his right hand and a black metal ball appears into the palm of his hand. It's an eye for an eye. "This is my warden item." The ball seems to form a nondescriptive face before winking at Marc then seeping back into Kylar's skin like it was never there to begin with. "Now we're even."