[He pauses and looks back at her without any readable expression. Finally, he says, without judgment or rancor but with plenty of distance:]
Why would you.
[Annu. Natasha. His old boss in the Red Spades. Even Scarlet and Chase. In one hundred years, he's never met anyone who would hesitate to destroy him if he stood in the way of what they wanted, be that as selfish as power or as basic as survival. That's what people do. Isn't that what this exercise proves, week after week?
Though his face remains blank, he's wrapped his arms around his thin chest, holding his elbows as if for warmth.]
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Why would you.
[Annu. Natasha. His old boss in the Red Spades. Even Scarlet and Chase. In one hundred years, he's never met anyone who would hesitate to destroy him if he stood in the way of what they wanted, be that as selfish as power or as basic as survival. That's what people do. Isn't that what this exercise proves, week after week?
Though his face remains blank, he's wrapped his arms around his thin chest, holding his elbows as if for warmth.]
You're no different from anyone else.