it’s the way that the man SPEAKS that tells volumes dripping in the bindings of the soldier’s history. it takes a moment for him to shake it off —- to truly relinquish all that he used to be ( an impossible journey, yet he tries…oh, he tries ) as a reminder that he was no longer a SOLDIER, he no longer served an army of any kind.
❛ —– well i’m not one of THEIRS ❜ not anymore. no. he’d been an asset, a fist meant to change the world as the way they saw fit — but not anymore, he simply wants the answers but this man didn’t seem inclined to just hand them over.
❛ all i want is an answer. you’re on a LIST, they want you dead. i want to know why. ❜
he’s teetering on the brink of attempting something dangerous, but no — even in his lapse of control he’s still too STRATEGIC for this and instead simply takes a quarter of a step closer, one ditch effort to show that he’s not there for MALICIOUS reasons, whatever had him on the list he’d prefer to ignore if for the better part of shaping the century.
❛ a long time ago i was brought in to erase names off a list, i don’t know who else is on it, most of the ones i found are already DEAD, so now i want to know why. ❜
it seems like a simple task to find out what the endgame was —- but the man took a step forward that risked a THREAT to his well being, the rise in his voice only brought the defensive stance from the well trained assassin himself and he huffs. again. not looking for a fight, but those words don’t come out, instead he meets the other man’s gaze with one that would have sent anyone else to their knees.
❛ NEITHER am i. so i just want answers. ❜
‘and i can’t give them!’ he wanted to already rip bucky apart. maybe then he’d stop talking and breathing. maybe then ky could get out of here and try to find another place to stay it for a night. over-sea’s was looking so much better by the day. so much more lively than here where it looked like he couldn’t even get any sort of rest.
‘everyone is on a list,’ he tried to keep himself from getting angry as he slammed his fist into a nearby wall. oh, he’d end up paying for that eventually – the slam was hard enough to make an big impact. an impression that served to show just how unstable he really was. ‘it doesn’t matter what it’s for – someone will always show up either in a suit or wth an army an’ give you an offer.’ that was the truth of things – ky didn’t exactly decline last time, but now? he wished he would have just accepted. maybe then he wouldn’t have to deal with any of this shit.
‘if you want answers,’ he said, taking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. his hands balling into fists as if maybe that way he’d be able to get somewhat centered as his voice was turned a bit shaky. ‘find them somewhere else.’
in all reality, ky didn’t think he had the answers, and even if he did? there was doubt it could have helped his situation too much – still, there was a slight chance that this could help him. if he played his cards correctly. ‘—i don’t,” he said, rubbing his knuckles, ‘i don’t have any answers – none that would amount to anything.’ a pause. ‘last time i started looking…’ he gestured towards the hole in the wall. ‘that started an’ a man in a very nice suit came to visit.’
Hellfirebound 