[ But Locus doesn't rise to the bait. His mind is elsewhere, and that's dangerous. He knows it. Felix knows it. Questioning things just complicates them, and complications are the last thing they need right now. Their numbers are dwindling, and they're walking a razor's edge between victory and defeat.
The Meta wasn't trying to become a weapon at all.
Weakness. That's what killed him. Plain and simple.
The silence stretches. Normally something fills the air between them, barbed banter if nothing else, even if it's as curt as a demand for his partner to be quiet. The distance seems to be widening by the day, and he's not sure what that means either. Something needles at him, perhaps what Washington said, perhaps something Price mentioned.
This lack of certainty is disquieting.
He shifts on his feet, moves towards the table at the room's center, realizing at last that Felix has said something and turning his head to glance at the other mercenary. ]
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The Meta wasn't trying to become a weapon at all.
Weakness. That's what killed him. Plain and simple.
The silence stretches. Normally something fills the air between them, barbed banter if nothing else, even if it's as curt as a demand for his partner to be quiet. The distance seems to be widening by the day, and he's not sure what that means either. Something needles at him, perhaps what Washington said, perhaps something Price mentioned.
This lack of certainty is disquieting.
He shifts on his feet, moves towards the table at the room's center, realizing at last that Felix has said something and turning his head to glance at the other mercenary. ]
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