LOCKE
Ooh, he's incredulous. Locke loves it. Nerves melt away into something almost playful. It's been a minute or five since he's done this kind of thing but it's like riding a bicycle. He slips into the table across from Gideon, leaning on one hand. He examines the book like he cares. "Well, she's preparing Torchline for the war and with what happened to Cian, we can all agree it's likely not safe for her to be traveling. Being hand picked by Safrin and all of that." Locke looks up from the book, watching the Priest.
"And you, of course, because you're the closest thing to a de facto leader of the Order that I know of. Ronin and Remi fucked off to who knows where with Sera and that leaves you. I think." He pulls out a cigarette, "Mostly just wanna know what your plans are, how we can help. With Halo being so wishy washy, you're our closest ally in all of this."
"And what your plans are after the war. But that's me. Maeve's not really lookin' that far into the future of things. Too much on her plate and all of that."
"And you, of course, because you're the closest thing to a de facto leader of the Order that I know of. Ronin and Remi fucked off to who knows where with Sera and that leaves you. I think." He pulls out a cigarette, "Mostly just wanna know what your plans are, how we can help. With Halo being so wishy washy, you're our closest ally in all of this."
"And what your plans are after the war. But that's me. Maeve's not really lookin' that far into the future of things. Too much on her plate and all of that."
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
and drown in alcohol
and drown in alcohol
