“You speak of artistry where all I see now is murder and lies,” she hissed suddenly. The same murder and lies she had committed for years at his bidding. All were her choice and she had been willing. Until the possibility of the truth had dawned upon her. The truth that she could no longer tell the difference between it and all the lies. Her fate could be damned, she did not belong with or to Cerberus. "At least on my own, I know who I am killing and what lies I am telling.“It was strange, hearing anger coming from her own lips. Something in hearing his words had lit up the emotion like a striking a match in the darkness. Where there had been nothing, now there was something. And she rarely exposed it.
"I know exactly how it will end. The same way as it does for everyone you deem a liability. After all, we are all expendable one way or another, even if we tell ourselves otherwise.” Anger, she could handle. What she refused to show him was the fear that accompanied the truth of their words. "The question is, how long do you feel like chasing me? You know how stubborn I can be.”
Old soldiers stuck in their ways seldom broke free from the somber spell that captured them. Cerberus’ agents were beginning to defect & here the Illusive Man thought he control them all. Could sway them all with silken words that clung to his wagging tongue. He played the Liar’s Game & lost, folded his House of Cards.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝You could have changed
the outcome. You could have saved
yourself.❞
His
anger was a vicious force, scampering across his face via the slight
furrow of a brow. The sporadic twitch that made his very muscles spasm. He breathed, but forgot to inhale the crisp air. He was a man shrouded in mystery, masked by deceit.
He was Brutus incarnate.
With
his arms folded behind his back, thumb & forefinger seizes his
wrist. Pinched the nerves there so that he gritted his teeth which went
a-rat-a-tat-tat.
❝I intend on getting what’s rightfully mine.
You will fall & this will end in BLOOD.❞