(you do it only if you have a reason for it, not for fun. that hadn't been true for him, not really — sure, it hadn't been what he'd started out as, that'd been the corps, but he'd got kicked out of that for erratic behaviour that couldn't be overlooked sat alongside an argumentative nature, one that'd seen him decking his commanding officer.
he might have managed to work for the cia for a little while after that, but he'd lasted even less time. sure, in a lot of respects, he could try and frame it as him not having many options lefts, but that wasn't what it was: he had enjoyed it. he'd enjoyed — needed — the violence. raul might have gone too far for marc by the end, but it hadn't been the first time, and marc had committed atrocities all of his own.
he didn't manage to become a war criminal by chance. didn't end up with raul by happenstance. he'd been as bloodthirsty and as low as the rest of them.
his silence, the way he meets her gaze, should be answer enough. it's a nice enough sentiment, but it's the wrong one.
he's accepted the fact that he'll never be able to make up for it, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop trying. where he owes khonshu a debt, where he has a duty to khonshu — to protect the travellers of the night — that's not all it is. )
I've been to countries like yours. ( he doesn't need to know where she's from or if she even is from earth or not to be able to make that statement, to know it's the truth. he doesn't think he needs to specify where, and given their conversation, he knows he doesn't need to specify why.
he watches her size him up — or pretend to, anyway — and though he doesn't smile, he gives her a beat before retorting with, ) I was a boxer. ( before quite abruptly— ) Your accent is like my father's. ( the slightest, vaguest of backtracking. 'I come from a dangerous country.' )
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he might have managed to work for the cia for a little while after that, but he'd lasted even less time. sure, in a lot of respects, he could try and frame it as him not having many options lefts, but that wasn't what it was: he had enjoyed it. he'd enjoyed — needed — the violence. raul might have gone too far for marc by the end, but it hadn't been the first time, and marc had committed atrocities all of his own.
he didn't manage to become a war criminal by chance. didn't end up with raul by happenstance. he'd been as bloodthirsty and as low as the rest of them.
his silence, the way he meets her gaze, should be answer enough. it's a nice enough sentiment, but it's the wrong one.
he's accepted the fact that he'll never be able to make up for it, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop trying. where he owes khonshu a debt, where he has a duty to khonshu — to protect the travellers of the night — that's not all it is. )
I've been to countries like yours. ( he doesn't need to know where she's from or if she even is from earth or not to be able to make that statement, to know it's the truth. he doesn't think he needs to specify where, and given their conversation, he knows he doesn't need to specify why.
he watches her size him up — or pretend to, anyway — and though he doesn't smile, he gives her a beat before retorting with, ) I was a boxer. ( before quite abruptly— ) Your accent is like my father's. ( the slightest, vaguest of backtracking. 'I come from a dangerous country.' )