Then that's my business. You can tell my corpse "I told you so" and do what you see fit after the fact, provided death sticks.
[ Heroes Never Die, after all. It's hard to say if he'd maul her bad enough that she wouldn't come back from it. (Provided none of them know death isn't permanent here, yet.) ]
There won't be one; you'll have to trust me on that front.
It isn't that you've given me reason not to trust you so much as you haven't given me enough reason to trust you with classified information of that caliber. I don't know what you'll do with it, and that is unfortunately grounds not to share. Even if Reaper is no longer who he used to be, I will still be doing my best to help him because he's earned no less than my utmost efforts in the 15 years I worked alongside him. The man that he was earned it, even if the man he is now may not seem worth it.
Giving you information on his physiology is not helping him. If the time comes that action needs to be taken against him, then know that I will tell you.
But not a day sooner. I am firm on this and you won't be bending my ear to it. Eat your cookies, 76.
[This is the part where it would just be easier to come clean, reveal himself as the single most trustworthy person he could possibly be (if not for the fact that he faked his death), but it's still too dangerous and he's still too stubborn. If she wants to put Gabriel and everything he's done over the safety of the rest of them, so be it. He can't say he doesn't understand, but though it's unfair of him to expect her to give him the tools to kill Reaper, it frustrates him anyway. Enough to be a little petty, maybe.
He returns the boxes to her room. They sit outside her door, untouched.]
[ It would be significantly easier, but instead she simply returns from her shift to find the cookies left outside her door, shoulders slumping with a sigh and leaving the pup at her heel offering up a soft whine with the turn in mood, and she's slow-moving as she kneels down to pick up the basket.
Even the bone for DD is still there, and "petty" doesn't even begin to cover the man known as Soldier: 76. She places a hand on the lock and the door to her room opens, and she just walks inside with Eiger.
The cookies are set down on the table and she lowers to her bed and lays an arm over her face, without the energy to even retaliate. She'd clearly thought better of him than she should have if he was going to be this puerile over something as silly as baked goods when he didn't get his way. Perhaps she'd been a fool to try and trust him after all, and it's only for the better that she hadn't divulged any sensitive information.
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[ Heroes Never Die, after all. It's hard to say if he'd maul her bad enough that she wouldn't come back from it. (Provided none of them know death isn't permanent here, yet.) ]
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Have I given you reason not to trust me?
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It isn't that you've given me reason not to trust you so much as you haven't given me enough reason to trust you with classified information of that caliber. I don't know what you'll do with it, and that is unfortunately grounds not to share. Even if Reaper is no longer who he used to be, I will still be doing my best to help him because he's earned no less than my utmost efforts in the 15 years I worked alongside him. The man that he was earned it, even if the man he is now may not seem worth it.
Giving you information on his physiology is not helping him. If the time comes that action needs to be taken against him, then know that I will tell you.
But not a day sooner. I am firm on this and you won't be bending my ear to it. Eat your cookies, 76.
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He returns the boxes to her room. They sit outside her door, untouched.]
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Even the bone for DD is still there, and "petty" doesn't even begin to cover the man known as Soldier: 76. She places a hand on the lock and the door to her room opens, and she just walks inside with Eiger.
The cookies are set down on the table and she lowers to her bed and lays an arm over her face, without the energy to even retaliate. She'd clearly thought better of him than she should have if he was going to be this puerile over something as silly as baked goods when he didn't get his way. Perhaps she'd been a fool to try and trust him after all, and it's only for the better that she hadn't divulged any sensitive information.
Still, she could have hoped. ]