[It's been an hour or so, give or take, since Travis posted to the network, and the stairwell is again empty and silent. Yet the silence feels oddly comforting now; the solitude reassuring and familiar rather than as stifling as it'd been when he'd first decided to vent his feelings at the rest of Haven.
Somehow? His sudden surge of popularity was just a little refreshing. Travis turns his phone about idly. Apart from being kicked down the stairs? His sudden surge of popularity was sort of nice.
When the fuck did he turn into a people person?
It isn't as if he's changed much. Not really. He's still the same old Travis Touchdown, number one assassin. He's never had room for mercy, or for forgiveness, or for... reconciliation.
The inside of his head, he realizes, is a place he minds a little less, lately.
Kaworu's words echo in his mind. Trust, huh.
But... maybe he is deserving. Maybe, even he-- same old Travis, the same blood on his hands-- could use a second chance.
Fuck. He really is going soft, isn't he? With a twitch of a smile, he slips his hands into his pockets and heads back to his room. ]
"That's more than enough introspection for one night."
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[It's been an hour or so, give or take, since Travis posted to the network, and the stairwell is again empty and silent. Yet the silence feels oddly comforting now; the solitude reassuring and familiar rather than as stifling as it'd been when he'd first decided to vent his feelings at the rest of Haven.
Somehow? His sudden surge of popularity was just a little refreshing. Travis turns his phone about idly. Apart from being kicked down the stairs? His sudden surge of popularity was sort of nice.
When the fuck did he turn into a people person?
It isn't as if he's changed much. Not really. He's still the same old Travis Touchdown, number one assassin. He's never had room for mercy, or for forgiveness, or for... reconciliation.
The inside of his head, he realizes, is a place he minds a little less, lately.
Kaworu's words echo in his mind. Trust, huh.
But... maybe he is deserving. Maybe, even he-- same old Travis, the same blood on his hands-- could use a second chance.
Fuck. He really is going soft, isn't he? With a twitch of a smile, he slips his hands into his pockets and heads back to his room. ]
"That's more than enough introspection for one night."