The voice is a familiar one, though not one he expected ever to hear again. For a brief moment, he considers ignoring it entirely.
But then, that's not very fair, is it. All this began when Washington entered the picture. While he doesn't like to admit when he's wrong, this...alteration of course, the choosing of a new path? He might not have considered it possible if he hadn't witnessed Washington's own turn.
There are other contributing factors, of course. He can't be held entirely responsible. But there's also no question that the upheaval of the past few months can be traced back to the arrival of the Reds and Blues, and to Washington in particular. That doesn't mean he likes the man. It doesn't mean he wants to talk to him, to revisit what he's trying desperately to leave behind -- Chorus. The Reds and Blues. Felix. All of it.
But, upon consideration, perhaps Washington is owed this much.
Locus's head turns, barely enough to catch the other man out of the corner of his eye. He does not expect him to use that fact to tactical advantage here. If he were going to strike him down, he would have done so without waiting to announce himself. Washington is canny in that way, clever and ruthless when he needs to be.
If he needs to be. They'll discover if that's the case soon enough.
"Agent Washington." There's a reserve there, a little too tired to be wary, but not without some question to it.
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But then, that's not very fair, is it. All this began when Washington entered the picture. While he doesn't like to admit when he's wrong, this...alteration of course, the choosing of a new path? He might not have considered it possible if he hadn't witnessed Washington's own turn.
There are other contributing factors, of course. He can't be held entirely responsible. But there's also no question that the upheaval of the past few months can be traced back to the arrival of the Reds and Blues, and to Washington in particular. That doesn't mean he likes the man. It doesn't mean he wants to talk to him, to revisit what he's trying desperately to leave behind -- Chorus. The Reds and Blues. Felix. All of it.
But, upon consideration, perhaps Washington is owed this much.
Locus's head turns, barely enough to catch the other man out of the corner of his eye. He does not expect him to use that fact to tactical advantage here. If he were going to strike him down, he would have done so without waiting to announce himself. Washington is canny in that way, clever and ruthless when he needs to be.
If he needs to be. They'll discover if that's the case soon enough.
"Agent Washington." There's a reserve there, a little too tired to be wary, but not without some question to it.