[He folds his hands together, and there's something about the way it seems like he's not a threat that crawls on her skin. Because she knows that he is, knows that he's dangerous, not just potentially to her, but to the other people that she cares about.
Her life was a tangled skein, and she doesn't know what pieces connect where. She knows that Pierce could have answers, but she doesn't know for sure. Not until he actually answers the question, and there are facts there that makes her pulse spike and her skin chill. Not from the temperature, but from fractured memories, hurt and cold.
She's sure that he knows more, pieces that he's not saying, but so is she. But it's truth, he gets it right and that's chilling, even if there's a traitorous comfort to it, too. Someone who knows what she is, the terrors that shaped her. She debates, quiet for a moment, as she watches him.]
Only for a couple years. Before they moved me to DC. [She'd already told him a version of that story, but spoken in half-truths. Not the pieces that mattered. Stillness, watching him, trying to pick up the details, the things they weren't saying.]
Do you know about his program? [She doesn't mention it by name. Wants to see what he'll give her if she doesn't show her hand too clearly, or at least not all at once.]
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Her life was a tangled skein, and she doesn't know what pieces connect where. She knows that Pierce could have answers, but she doesn't know for sure. Not until he actually answers the question, and there are facts there that makes her pulse spike and her skin chill. Not from the temperature, but from fractured memories, hurt and cold.
She's sure that he knows more, pieces that he's not saying, but so is she. But it's truth, he gets it right and that's chilling, even if there's a traitorous comfort to it, too. Someone who knows what she is, the terrors that shaped her. She debates, quiet for a moment, as she watches him.]
Only for a couple years. Before they moved me to DC. [She'd already told him a version of that story, but spoken in half-truths. Not the pieces that mattered. Stillness, watching him, trying to pick up the details, the things they weren't saying.]
Do you know about his program? [She doesn't mention it by name. Wants to see what he'll give her if she doesn't show her hand too clearly, or at least not all at once.]