[ Without ghosts. For a moment the words resonate strangely. Hei glances at her with seeming incomprehension, his gaze going vague and distant. In that split-second his face is caught in an honest reflection of his inner-world. There's nothing but ghosts everywhere I look. The surrealism of it fills both his dreams and waking thoughts. But he knows better than to play King Of the Hill with that pain. Better to keep it under lock-and-key, to let it out at a better time. In a fight, during a chase, where he can channel all that self-recrimination and wrath into ironclad resolve. ]
[ It's how he's survived so far, and what's kept him one step ahead of his opponents. ]
In that case, [ he searches for a venue that won't come with a trailer of baggage. Except that's easier said than done. Boo fucking hoo. Suck it up and move on. He sets some money on the table and hauls himself to his feet, hands slipping into his coat pockets, eyes fixed on hers. ] Follow me.
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[ It's how he's survived so far, and what's kept him one step ahead of his opponents. ]
In that case, [ he searches for a venue that won't come with a trailer of baggage. Except that's easier said than done. Boo fucking hoo. Suck it up and move on. He sets some money on the table and hauls himself to his feet, hands slipping into his coat pockets, eyes fixed on hers. ] Follow me.