( one of ephemera's lines, the limits felix doesn't have. he doesn't torture people. felix thinks of every man and woman he tortured in the years after the war, when all that shit should have stopped because there was no reason for it anymore. nothing to fucking win. no lives at stake. just money on the line.
ortez never had the patience for it. either people told him what he wanted to know, or he killed them, point-blank. felix could ease it out of them, sometimes tender. gentle, like a lover. sometimes cold, hollowing himself so fucking empty he couldn't feel anything no matter how hysterically they screamed and begged for death. he still doesn't know which was crueler of him: making people believe he cared, or never even allowing them the goddamn hope.
he traces his index finger down a seam on ephemera's back, near his spine. idly, he wonders if the reactor is in the same place or if crais switched it up. )
Wouldn't have been on your hands. ( that's why he was going to do the dirty work himself. he's used to it. ) That all it was? Mercy?
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ortez never had the patience for it. either people told him what he wanted to know, or he killed them, point-blank. felix could ease it out of them, sometimes tender. gentle, like a lover. sometimes cold, hollowing himself so fucking empty he couldn't feel anything no matter how hysterically they screamed and begged for death. he still doesn't know which was crueler of him: making people believe he cared, or never even allowing them the goddamn hope.
he traces his index finger down a seam on ephemera's back, near his spine. idly, he wonders if the reactor is in the same place or if crais switched it up. )
Wouldn't have been on your hands. ( that's why he was going to do the dirty work himself. he's used to it. ) That all it was? Mercy?