001. open post // quiet little burials.

[mordechai]

Take a prompt, take your time, post whenever you like.

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[mordechai]

Heard on SERAPH that he and Paolo are doing fine. That's all that matters to me.

[You know Alistair. Once something's Going, he doesn't check on it until somebody tells him to, or until he notices that something Isn't Right.]

[kinesthesia]

[ And that's all the answer she needs from your end, because let's face it, this is you. ]

Kaz is sweet kid. [ You'll note that she's saying that with much fondness, even as she's flipping the cap of her bottle. ]

[mordechai]

Too sweet. He'll need to stop being soft soon.

[Soft gets you killed in their business. There's a difference between warm, compassionate and all those other words and 'soft'.

You're familiar with his definition, Cisco. You filled it out, once upon a time.]

[kinesthesia]

[ That, she did. But a body learns, eventually. You have to, if you're going to keep on sticking by the hunt.

Her last conversation with Kaz had been an interesting one. She can still see the look on the kid's face when she'd handed him that bottlecap necklace. ]

He'll learn. [ Lifting that bottle again for a sip just as her eyes follow the path of something small moving in the distant dark. ] The ones who get it always do.

[ And she has a feeling Kaz gets it. Or he will, soon enough. Some people just needed the right kind of nudge out the door, after all. ]

[mordechai]

Not always, but I suppose they usually do.

[Maybe he is grousing, but he'd like to think that he's being realistic.]