[ What she's found tugs at him a little, he can't deny that. He's not naturally the type to see clues like this and go running full stop towards it. It's not the chase that gets him, it's not even any kind of natural inclination towards the thought of protecting others by catching these guys. He's generally just looking out for himself and his people, and whatever that means for keeping them safe.
Here, he doesn't have people. But he does have himself. And, in a sense, he has Lucina. At least as long as they follow the trail of this. He hasn't strayed from his earlier thoughts; as long as they're side by side, he'll stay committed to having her back.
So does that make all of this a bad idea, to keep going? He glances at what she shows him, he thinks about the note, the room in the motel, the way this could all end badly. ]
Dates, or — a code? [ He's really not sure, either, but now he's thinking about it. And to her point about room 417 — ] Yeah — yeah, that's a start. [ He's gotta say this, though. ] Listen — maybe that guy they took out was a bad guy and they did everyone a favor. But this kinda thing — it feels like somethin' else.
[ Thing is, he's stuck on her instinct earlier, when all this started, when she said they should go because someone might need help. He wouldn't have really cared on his own, but she'd said it and it reminded him of his crew, and the kind of person he generally tries to align himself with. So at the moment, he knows two things are true: that some bad guys could be out there and this whole thing could get worse before it gets better so if they walk away now, then when the shit does hit the fan, it's too late. The other truth is that he trusts her instincts on the right thing to do a little more than his own. ]
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Here, he doesn't have people. But he does have himself. And, in a sense, he has Lucina. At least as long as they follow the trail of this. He hasn't strayed from his earlier thoughts; as long as they're side by side, he'll stay committed to having her back.
So does that make all of this a bad idea, to keep going? He glances at what she shows him, he thinks about the note, the room in the motel, the way this could all end badly. ]
Dates, or — a code? [ He's really not sure, either, but now he's thinking about it. And to her point about room 417 — ] Yeah — yeah, that's a start. [ He's gotta say this, though. ] Listen — maybe that guy they took out was a bad guy and they did everyone a favor. But this kinda thing — it feels like somethin' else.
[ Thing is, he's stuck on her instinct earlier, when all this started, when she said they should go because someone might need help. He wouldn't have really cared on his own, but she'd said it and it reminded him of his crew, and the kind of person he generally tries to align himself with. So at the moment, he knows two things are true: that some bad guys could be out there and this whole thing could get worse before it gets better so if they walk away now, then when the shit does hit the fan, it's too late. The other truth is that he trusts her instincts on the right thing to do a little more than his own. ]