how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
“Sit down, Jack, I ain’t finished.” Looking casually up at him as he rises, I have a tone I don’t normally use. Who knows what it actually says, but it comes out stronger ‘n intended. Like I mean it. I take a sip of my own glass and wait for him to either sit down or leave.
Once he’s made his choice. I lean in a bit, not wanting this bit of info to leave the three (or two) of us. “I got a secret position in the government. Remi called it a Liason but I still ain’t sure what I’m supposed to do with it, other than it probably has to do with spyin’ and smugglin’ and things.” You know, given that there’s a secret tunnel connecting the Hanged Man to his house. I shrug. “it might give me access to info afore anyone else. An’ more opportunities than before.” If they can imagine the perks I’ve already thought of, then they’ll understand the opportunity to control with information and misinformation.
Passing on tidbits. Parts of the truth. Or the whole truth, depending on what side Remi and her people are on.
Once he’s made his choice. I lean in a bit, not wanting this bit of info to leave the three (or two) of us. “I got a secret position in the government. Remi called it a Liason but I still ain’t sure what I’m supposed to do with it, other than it probably has to do with spyin’ and smugglin’ and things.” You know, given that there’s a secret tunnel connecting the Hanged Man to his house. I shrug. “it might give me access to info afore anyone else. An’ more opportunities than before.” If they can imagine the perks I’ve already thought of, then they’ll understand the opportunity to control with information and misinformation.
Passing on tidbits. Parts of the truth. Or the whole truth, depending on what side Remi and her people are on.
