[ Athena exhales, the sound almost as tired as she is beginning to look. Lines wearing, edges starting to fray. Panic tore down her walls, exposed the soft core underneath, and unintentionally or not Rhys struck a hard blow. She can only compensate so much. ]
I won't let her smear you into the pavement, Rhys. [ Somewhere she made it her responsibility to keep them alive ─ Rhys, Fiona, Sasha, Vaughn ─ beyond what had been outlined in the contract. ] Or sick her robot on you.
I won't let her smear you into the pavement, Rhys. [ Somewhere she made it her responsibility to keep them alive ─ Rhys, Fiona, Sasha, Vaughn ─ beyond what had been outlined in the contract. ] Or sick her robot on you.
[ If she knew she might understand, the tactic is painfully familiar from the days she spent as the knife Atlas plunged into many different backs. It would be hypocritical if she got angry. She lies to Springs just as easily, doing whatever is necessary to ensure she never finds out the truth.
Eyes closing she drops her head, brow furrowing in mild frustration. ]
Have they provided you somewhere to stay?
Eyes closing she drops her head, brow furrowing in mild frustration. ]
Have they provided you somewhere to stay?
[ Athena simply nods deciding, at the last moment, to keep the information of it not only being hers under wraps. ]
Echo the location─ [ She stops, frowning, uncrossing arms to wave a hand about the air. Right, the echo net doesn't exist here. ] Text it.
Echo the location─ [ She stops, frowning, uncrossing arms to wave a hand about the air. Right, the echo net doesn't exist here. ] Text it.
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