He holds still, and he holds still, some part of him darkly certain that if he moves at all, he'll explode; some part of him exhausted by the small perturbation it took to text.
Finally, his voice emerges, low and sticky, like hems dragged through mud and blood, incapable of being as cold or as crisp as the terseness of his words aspires to.
"Brief me."
He wants to know what Holden knows so far, independent of Mikodez, presented - for now - as sparely and professionally as possible.
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He holds still, and he holds still, some part of him darkly certain that if he moves at all, he'll explode; some part of him exhausted by the small perturbation it took to text.
Finally, his voice emerges, low and sticky, like hems dragged through mud and blood, incapable of being as cold or as crisp as the terseness of his words aspires to.
"Brief me."
He wants to know what Holden knows so far, independent of Mikodez, presented - for now - as sparely and professionally as possible.