“REST assured that I trust no one.” It’s true; she was not a master at espionage for nothing. She’d seen too many agents fail, sometimes fatally, because they dared to trust someone who had turned out to be the wrong person. But, just to match the sarcasm in his voice, she added: “Least of all someone like you.”
“See, now you’re playing it smart,” he said, sarcasm fading with-in moments. “Trusting anyone is a mistake. Especially when you take into account someone like myself.” If he had the choice to trust himself, he wouldn’t – Ky always enjoyed changing sides or not even picking one, but one thing was always clear with him. He served himself.
“I’M certain you’re not the first one to be unarmed with knowledge,” she replied, crossing her arms. “What size drops are we talking about, though? Large ones? Or small? Those two would, of course, fill the cup in an entirely different way.”
She was guiding the conversation, certainly, all whilst avoiding telling him her name. She was no ‘master of espionage’ for no reason, after all. Everything she did was guided, calculated, planned-out; in this conversation, as with every other simple, introductory conversation she ever had, Peggy was evaluating the situation, all to decide whether or not she’d divulge her own name, or if she’d prefer to leave the other participant unfulfilled.
“Small, just enough to be noticeable, but not enough to do anything about it.” Maybe it was a bit more than that, Ky knew where to start, but anything more, and he was in the dark. Last time he went down one of the more… easier leads he found himself in position that changed his life.
So, he knew that looking into this shit, and even his own past wasn’t something he should do now or ever. Though, when did that ever stop him? Especially the last few years – truth be told, it didn’t, but he still was far more than a little uneasy when he went down routes that could be potentially problematic. “Think of it as a few last drops of expensive Whiskey. As much as you want it… you know it won’t amount to anything. Maybe a small taste, but nothing more.” A pause. “Even so, in my case, those drops could ultimately lead to a flood gate, but what’s on the other side of it? Well, that’s up for… debate.”
“AGREE to disagree,” she replied, tone polite, but pleased to move on from that sort of conversation. “Ky’lar – interesting name. Roots in what culture, might I ask? I’ve never heard it before.”
Moving on from that orginal topic was easy. Though, the one he was walking straight into was a bit harder – at least in his mind. Still, he wasn’t going to deny the answer to the question. “Truthfully? Not many have – I know more about my family than my name.” Then again, he doubted that it mattered. “You could fill a cup with what I know about my name an’ my family – it would maybe be three drops.”
“an’ here i thought we got along so well!” his voice was clear sarcasm as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “but, for the record? no one should trust me. least of all someone like you.”
“I DO believe you miss my point, stranger. One might need to learn the rules to survive – but one might also need to understand that sometimes, those ‘sacrifices’ are the ignoring rules themselves. After all, such things were made to be broken.”
“there is NOTHING to break if you don’t care to follow the rules to begin with.” maybe he shouldn’t have brought up the point, but at the same time? he really didn’t care. “even better if you don’t KNOW them.” a pause. “all the same? the names ky’lar.”
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