[The angle of his head-tilt, the abrupt and lateral force of his gaze, is so intent that it feels like a violence in and of itself. They paired the fragments based on their agents, partnered over a mesh of personality matrices.]
[It made sense that it would have been him. A long memory. An ability to annex and repress and adapt and loop around, against all fucking odds.]
[But C.T. - she asked questions. She ventured things that no one else dared to, even if she didn't always necessarily expect a straight answer. Competition was encouraged between Freelancers, sideways and brutal, because the last thing they needed was any of them talking to each other. The last thing they needed was anyone getting too curious about transmissions coming from inside the MoI.]
[If they meant to give her the tools of the Project's destruction...]
[Or maybe they simply meant to ravage her beyond repair, and do away with all her questions with it.]
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[It made sense that it would have been him. A long memory. An ability to annex and repress and adapt and loop around, against all fucking odds.]
[But C.T. - she asked questions. She ventured things that no one else dared to, even if she didn't always necessarily expect a straight answer. Competition was encouraged between Freelancers, sideways and brutal, because the last thing they needed was any of them talking to each other. The last thing they needed was anyone getting too curious about transmissions coming from inside the MoI.]
[If they meant to give her the tools of the Project's destruction...]
[Or maybe they simply meant to ravage her beyond repair, and do away with all her questions with it.]
How do you figure?