This is my incredulous faceanimus_inspireAugust 21 2009, 20:09:28 UTC
[There is something of a temper, rarely shown, rising in Reeve. His face however remains stoic, despite a hint of colour reaching sallow cheeks.
He gives a cursory nod to Tseng's first words. They are undeniably logical, and so the -pointed- emphasis and the bite behind them are disregarded in favour of Reeve's usual pragmaticism.
The next words however test his resolve.]
...Hm.
[The audacity of Tseng is not entirely unexpected, but no less galling. Reeve has considered his actions and certainly has remorse over the events that took place at Shinra Mansion, but given the hours of consideration, now not for the reasons resting as challenge in the Turk's words]
...Responsible leader.
[a moments pause]
Forgive me... for not being so callous a leader as to dismiss the lives of those who follow my instruction... who are my responsibility.
[There is a definite message in his words. His voice has remained calm but Reeve finds himself suddenly stifling a gripping choke. Pausing to break his eyes from Tseng and turn his head, the Commissioner returns his gaze heatedly]
You remain as black and white as... the suit you wear. And you would do the same, for your own.
This is my (belated) exasperated face.winchester300September 9 2009, 10:51:21 UTC
[The frown line deepens and Tseng steps forward, out of the circumference of professionalism and appropriate distance.]
I would do the same for my own, but I'm not the one carrying the promise of World Regenesis on my back. I am a Turk, a mere instrument and a means to an end for the men I serve. Certainly, the best of us have been carefully calibrated, but as you know... even the best of us can be replaced.
[He takes a small breath, catches it before it can become a sigh.
You should have known better, he does not say. The words, too personal, would have recalled more of his own vulnerability. So Tseng keeps his back straight, though the walls of forced politeness start to crumble around them. Composure is harder to maintain, when it is almost certain Reeve knows the coldness is forced.]
And I am well aware of my own limitations. Were you, when you decided to join the fray against Sephiroth? What did you hope to achieve, when even your trained soldiers couldn't hold the floor?
He gives a cursory nod to Tseng's first words. They are undeniably logical, and so the -pointed- emphasis and the bite behind them are disregarded in favour of Reeve's usual pragmaticism.
The next words however test his resolve.]
...Hm.
[The audacity of Tseng is not entirely unexpected, but no less galling. Reeve has considered his actions and certainly has remorse over the events that took place at Shinra Mansion, but given the hours of consideration, now not for the reasons resting as challenge in the Turk's words]
...Responsible leader.
[a moments pause]
Forgive me... for not being so callous a leader as to dismiss the lives of those who follow my instruction... who are my responsibility.
[There is a definite message in his words. His voice has remained calm but Reeve finds himself suddenly stifling a gripping choke. Pausing to break his eyes from Tseng and turn his head, the Commissioner returns his gaze heatedly]
You remain as black and white as... the suit you wear. And you would do the same, for your own.
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I would do the same for my own, but I'm not the one carrying the promise of World Regenesis on my back. I am a Turk, a mere instrument and a means to an end for the men I serve. Certainly, the best of us have been carefully calibrated, but as you know... even the best of us can be replaced.
[He takes a small breath, catches it before it can become a sigh.
You should have known better, he does not say. The words, too personal, would have recalled more of his own vulnerability. So Tseng keeps his back straight, though the walls of forced politeness start to crumble around them. Composure is harder to maintain, when it is almost certain Reeve knows the coldness is forced.]
And I am well aware of my own limitations. Were you, when you decided to join the fray against Sephiroth? What did you hope to achieve, when even your trained soldiers couldn't hold the floor?
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