Like putting on a glove, Legion slipped back into his old ways. Quietly watching and planning. He listened to conversation unfold between Jackson and Cer, coming to the conclusion that the kid had a temper. He was on the defensive, physically and emotionally. Nate kind of liked that. The temper was a problem though. He could already picture this kid getting angry at him as he tried to train him. He was already planning the best way to help his new student.
As the conversation ended and Jackson left, Nate found himself watching Cer. There was something about this woman that was bothering him. She seemed sad, despite her best efforts to seem strong in front of Jackson. But it wasn't just a case of the monday blues. This was a deeper sadness. A sadness Nate recognized. It was the grief of loss. He could see it in her eyes and it brought back painful echoes of those he himself had lost.
Normally, Nate wasn't really the kind to empathise with people he barely knew but he couldn't help it this time. Damn it, he felt bad for her. As Cer left, he felt oddly compelled to follow. He made sure to hang back as she made her way briefly to her apartment before driving around the city. Nothing too unusual there but when she made her way to the docks, finding her way to a burned down warehouse, Nate began to feel even worse for her. She stared off into the ocean as though she were remembering something. Nate decided to leave her to her thoughts and do some digging.
Through several sources on the streets of LA and further afield, Nate learned of the slaughter of the MHLA. Cer's grief made sense after something like that. Frankly he was surprised she was still functioning after so many people she knew had been killed. Maybe she was tougher than she looked. As Nate reclined in an old leather chair in his messy homebase, he looked over a several police documents his duplicates had acquired on the various MHLA cases. He sighed heavily as he dumped the files onto the old desk in front of him and weighed up the options. Maybe he should just stay out of it. After all, it's not like he really knew Cer ot any of these people. Hell. he wasn't even getting paid for this. He turned slowly in his chair to find several duplicates also perusing files. A few of them looked up at him and gave him a look, as though knowing exactly what he was thinking.
Damn it. It seemed he had already decided.
He would talk to Cer about this. Maybe he could help her find whoever killed all of these people. Maybe send a few duplicated off to investigate. After all, he was a hero now, right?
As the sun began to set, Nate finally dropped down into an old army cot in the corner, surrounded by books. It had been a long day and tomorrow promised to be even longer.
@Sapphire
As the conversation ended and Jackson left, Nate found himself watching Cer. There was something about this woman that was bothering him. She seemed sad, despite her best efforts to seem strong in front of Jackson. But it wasn't just a case of the monday blues. This was a deeper sadness. A sadness Nate recognized. It was the grief of loss. He could see it in her eyes and it brought back painful echoes of those he himself had lost.
Normally, Nate wasn't really the kind to empathise with people he barely knew but he couldn't help it this time. Damn it, he felt bad for her. As Cer left, he felt oddly compelled to follow. He made sure to hang back as she made her way briefly to her apartment before driving around the city. Nothing too unusual there but when she made her way to the docks, finding her way to a burned down warehouse, Nate began to feel even worse for her. She stared off into the ocean as though she were remembering something. Nate decided to leave her to her thoughts and do some digging.
Through several sources on the streets of LA and further afield, Nate learned of the slaughter of the MHLA. Cer's grief made sense after something like that. Frankly he was surprised she was still functioning after so many people she knew had been killed. Maybe she was tougher than she looked. As Nate reclined in an old leather chair in his messy homebase, he looked over a several police documents his duplicates had acquired on the various MHLA cases. He sighed heavily as he dumped the files onto the old desk in front of him and weighed up the options. Maybe he should just stay out of it. After all, it's not like he really knew Cer ot any of these people. Hell. he wasn't even getting paid for this. He turned slowly in his chair to find several duplicates also perusing files. A few of them looked up at him and gave him a look, as though knowing exactly what he was thinking.
Damn it. It seemed he had already decided.
He would talk to Cer about this. Maybe he could help her find whoever killed all of these people. Maybe send a few duplicated off to investigate. After all, he was a hero now, right?
As the sun began to set, Nate finally dropped down into an old army cot in the corner, surrounded by books. It had been a long day and tomorrow promised to be even longer.
@Sapphire