[ Ephemera twitches, fighting down the urge to snap and ask if Felix is holding back for his sake. Going for a softer job because -
What? What does it fucking matter?
Suddenly, he isn’t hungry anymore. Ephemera twitches again, then wraps his sandwich up. Tucks it away. He drinks his coffee instead. Tries to focus on the taste, the heat of it. Let it settle him.
Just a bounty. Fine. ]
So. No flamethrower?
[ His voice is very even. He doesn’t ask when they’re going after the Freelancers. He’s afraid the answer is never and then what would they fucking do? Split up again?
no subject
What? What does it fucking matter?
Suddenly, he isn’t hungry anymore. Ephemera twitches again, then wraps his sandwich up. Tucks it away. He drinks his coffee instead. Tries to focus on the taste, the heat of it. Let it settle him.
Just a bounty. Fine. ]
So. No flamethrower?
[ His voice is very even. He doesn’t ask when they’re going after the Freelancers. He’s afraid the answer is never and then what would they fucking do? Split up again?
No. There’s no one else left. There’s just -
This. ]