"How do you know?" Marc presses. "Where I am, I mean."
Oh, it had better not be the prosthetic hand that kills you if you look Kylar in the eyes. Ohhhh it had fucking better not be.
The rest is .. hnh.
"I want you to get your deal." Flat. "I don't want you wasting time on a pairing that won't count. I want to get out of here, sure, but the deal's for kids, and I don't mess around with that kind of thing."
Marc sees himself in Kylar - but he'd like to see less, frankly. He's vaguely hoping he can divert Kylar to another path before he ends up as bitter and fucked up as Marc is in fifteen years or so.
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"How do you know?" Marc presses. "Where I am, I mean."
Oh, it had better not be the prosthetic hand that kills you if you look Kylar in the eyes. Ohhhh it had fucking better not be.
The rest is .. hnh.
"I want you to get your deal." Flat. "I don't want you wasting time on a pairing that won't count. I want to get out of here, sure, but the deal's for kids, and I don't mess around with that kind of thing."
Marc sees himself in Kylar - but he'd like to see less, frankly. He's vaguely hoping he can divert Kylar to another path before he ends up as bitter and fucked up as Marc is in fifteen years or so.