Rico has never taken being the butt of a joke very well.
"Don't take it up with me. Blame the teks that named me. Not like I had any choice in the matter," he scoffs. Truth be told, he likes the name. Makes him feel like something more than he is, determined to live up to his terrible purpose if that's what they really wanted from them. They said so much themselves, didn't they? Dread.
"Half a dozen of me, but not any like me," he continues, a little snappishly. Looks like Beeny may have hit a sore spot there. But after a moment, realizes it might have been too much backtalk to a senior Judge he doesn't quite know. "But I don't see why they wouldn't," he concedes, grudgingly. "By all accounts, we are successes. Looks like me and Joe have some kids of our own, then." he says, cheered by the thought. To their knowledge anyway. Can't argue with academy results and arrest statistics.
But -
"Quit?" He asks, incredulous. "What do you mean, quit?" Either he heard her wrong, or -
He chuckles suddenly, like he's getting the joke. "I get it. You're just feeding me the stomm, aren't you? Since when would the Department ever allow that?"
The long walk, the academy, or death. Those were the three options Rico had lying in front of him, and he couldn't imagine things changing that much that any alternative could happen. Especially for a Fargo bloodline. They were valuable investments, and there was power in symbolism. The face of the father of Justice leaving the department? No way. It was unimaginable. It was easier to think it was all a joke.
Rico quietens, mind whirling.
But. What if? She can't drop something like that and not expect him to ask. It makes him a little angry, to be honest, as he reassesses her with suspicious eyes, but the anger is still distant, as if behind a glass screen. What the hell does she think she's playing at?
"Actor? Good one." He says, in a challenging tone.
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"Don't take it up with me. Blame the teks that named me. Not like I had any choice in the matter," he scoffs. Truth be told, he likes the name. Makes him feel like something more than he is, determined to live up to his terrible purpose if that's what they really wanted from them. They said so much themselves, didn't they? Dread.
"Half a dozen of me, but not any like me," he continues, a little snappishly. Looks like Beeny may have hit a sore spot there. But after a moment, realizes it might have been too much backtalk to a senior Judge he doesn't quite know. "But I don't see why they wouldn't," he concedes, grudgingly. "By all accounts, we are successes. Looks like me and Joe have some kids of our own, then." he says, cheered by the thought. To their knowledge anyway. Can't argue with academy results and arrest statistics.
But -
"Quit?" He asks, incredulous. "What do you mean, quit?" Either he heard her wrong, or -
He chuckles suddenly, like he's getting the joke. "I get it. You're just feeding me the stomm, aren't you? Since when would the Department ever allow that?"
The long walk, the academy, or death. Those were the three options Rico had lying in front of him, and he couldn't imagine things changing that much that any alternative could happen. Especially for a Fargo bloodline. They were valuable investments, and there was power in symbolism. The face of the father of Justice leaving the department? No way. It was unimaginable. It was easier to think it was all a joke.
Rico quietens, mind whirling.
But. What if? She can't drop something like that and not expect him to ask. It makes him a little angry, to be honest, as he reassesses her with suspicious eyes, but the anger is still distant, as if behind a glass screen. What the hell does she think she's playing at?
"Actor? Good one." He says, in a challenging tone.